Like a child that has yet to learn
that accidents can be
on purposes,
I follow
that low
blue moonlight
unafraid of indigo
-as though
a new color could be
awaiting me
any new born night
just
such as this one
of many.
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Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Palate primer
Like a child that has yet to learn
that accidents can be
on purposes,
I follow
that low
blue moonlight
unafraid of indigo
-as though
a new color could be
awaiting me
any new born night
just
such as this one
of many.
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