Searching Blues

Crumbling, never changing
until landslides rupture

foundations we built upon,
same lonely blue… I can’t

handle the silence, you light
the burner under our palms,

wrap ourselves in Nomex
though we know it won’t stop

our nerves from the heat,
unending singe–Wordless,

searching without touch, endless
spectrum of stratosphere,

we push as hot air balloons
dip down the hills like a sunset,

psychedelic orbs, unblinking
patiently for jagged landing…


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