Blue Itself

Thinking back before you?
It’s like turning my mind
back before

blue itself.

Ere blue,
it is impossible to be.
The sea above

was there. A quai.
I was launched.
My eyes undone.

The thought of open
and you were there

at once,

a priori.

A blue mind of lion,

a fury

like a pencil

in a hospital.


Blue. For example, whether I pull this blue fleece pullover over my face with my glasses on, or stop to remove them, in the middle of the night, does awkwardness have any meaning? I want to keep the glasses on, must want the hindrance, the impediment, the form that doesn’t fit over the form, exactly, right. I must want the hindrance, the difficulties, a lifetime of talking. Blue.