Poetry

Wholesome Prison Blues

My spirit is home
to the
fathomless
blue
that
blue
more blue
than the
shrieking indigo
trapped in the petals
of a Poorman’s Weatherglass
A blue deeper than a
gravedigger’s dream
after the last Mass
and two shades below
the belly of
foreboding storms
The consuming
blue
of the
infinite void
where to sink

Suspended

Contained

Saturated

Sustained

is the sublimest
of joys

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