Blue
Beckons
And beckons.
Geese fly to blueness
Blackness
Nightness
On wings of blue wind.
On wings of black wind.
Call back to the blueblack wind,
sky lover sighs.
Just beyond the horizon
the body of my lover,
Calls
And calls.
I walk. I run. I fly.
Blue cuts my heart
out. Almost out.
Star of my navigation.
Horizon.
Edge.
Bleed me
blueblack
in the sky.
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