I Think My Favourite Colour is Blue,
The glossy midnight blue
we observe within the folds of our galaxies
when we chart maps
and connect constellations.
The hue that encompasses luminous stars
with azure veils sailing well into
eternal night on the seas of space-time.
The shade synonymous with
the vastness of the universe,
whose very name recognizes
that infinite possibilities lie
beyond our marble's glass dome.
But I hesitate to label
this shape of blue my favourite,
because it doesn't truly exist.
Its light is from
somewhere between gamma and radio waves,
but someplace beyond the visible spectrum.
Even if I were to gaze into the body of space
and check between each of night's sparkling eyes,
I would go blind,
and become nothing more
than old dirt on older ground
before I ever glimpsed this colour.
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