open blue

the repulsion of a

habitual inertia –

a weening of

a snag, a peck; begins

to seem less dire, less

necessary than once

before.

an urge, subdued;

rolling into oblivion.

washed in meek undertones

of musty greys and dusted

pink – cast out into

the void promise of

our wild blue yonder

 

 

 

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