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Visions Of Blue

What is this Blue light I see?
It came from nowhere,
And clouds my vision eternally,
There is a line,
Then a division,
Then a collection,
Then a fusion,
What is this blue light,
That passes through my mind
Almost anonymously?
For I smell the hint of a color,
A smell of a realm,
Beyond this or perhaps the next,
Where something is speaking to me,
Speaking in plain Blue color, in perfect
context,
It says Blue,
And I say nothing with my mouth,
But I answer with my mind,
What is this detail in my mind?
What does this something want me to
find?
It is all the universe encompassing,
Like snow after Chicago has been hit,
It fades and pulses,
Fades and pulses,
Like the body of the traitor at the,
Bottom of the spike pit,
Yet no negatives she should not be attached,
It isn’t quite warm,
It isn’t quite hot,
All it does is speak to me,
In the color Blue,
A color so bold,
 
 
“What and why are you?” asks I.
Blue covers my mind,
Blue covers all time,
Blue blots out the senses,
And diminishes rhyme,
It can only stay blue,
It stays constantly true,
And I realize,
It’s saying,” That’s not a question for
me, that’s a question for you.”
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