blue 2
Aug 22, 2026
stepped out this one night
into wheat fields that curved
up from our back stoop
all tidal-like
saw such a gnawing infinity
that i could never paint
not in skin or soul or blood
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would only
muddy the color
it’s as if it only exists
in a moment, this one
an ethereal infusion
but is it merely a trick
of physics playing
against sky?
