Life was a gorgeous deep blue
The night scantly dressed in black
And full-bodied like the spirits
You imbibed the midnight glow
Of eyes made up and coming on
A heart polished in the river
Your reflecting through the skies
And was this calm blue surface happiness?
The fire of deep thoughts
Syphoned through the quality of stillness
The thinking man was thoughtless
Hung on his reflection
You felt the pain of phantom limbs
Forgotten truths escaping him
Was the silent mind this empty?
You never said a word
Save the moaning of your soul
Longing to drink from black slits
The deep blue vein of life
He sang a hollow in the forest
And there
was nothing more
Jason Greendyk
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