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Show Blue Skies It's a new sky today. I want to use this blue to make. New, as we call the moon when it isn't visible, but here, black smoke instead of the moon. I want to take the blue like it's something. Today the most beautiful blue ever. The fullest range of shades I want to list them. Blue alone a rainbow. On the third day, gone the smoke to breathe from, gone the black funnel to a hovering like a swarm; a net, perhaps, of a yellowing black that makes me think of someone dead, so, perhaps, the flag of corpse. Today no interference. You can keep looking up the blue. Only across town the still-fresh smell, guttural blue. /¥ |
