Blue Pod of the Anthropoid, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Blue
Blue
partial connections,
equal
requirement
to
the in-breath.
Fact’s
never-ending rejections,
leading
you anywhere
@light
speed.
The
globe,
knowledge’s
lightbulb,
starting
to sprout.
Summer
number-one.
Others
even less.
Fractions
of zero.
Continued…
into
the blue
tunnelled
view.
Acceptingly,
going
on
without
you.
A
gain
that
adds up
to
a loss.
Ruling
out
all
that is not.
On
to nothing.
Hyper-locked
and
free to choose
accordingly,
here
or there.
Web
weaver
adventure.
True
blue,
new
blue,
glue
blue.
suckered,
pulling
you in
then
setting.
Where
will it end?
When
it doesn’t.
Spindle
thin,
thread’s
engine
sinking
its thorns in,
every
single spin.
Blood
shot
blue
veins.
leading
the eyes
to
the mind and follow,
every
broken-down vertical,
split-diminishing.
Link-hit.
Peptides
and receptides,
ebb
and flood.
Hardened,
drowning,
calling
it swimming.
Virtual
emersion
drone
containing
all known tones,
as
well as the unknown.
Combinations
alone
for
diversion.
Blue
of flame,
blue
in name,
and
blue again.
The
only way
remains,
a
change(ing).
—Greg
Fiddament
