View of the Blue
Was it in the mood
before it became the colour
here light
bends itself asunder
where space between the clouds can shout
where reeds like bristled growth
upon the untouched face of earth
making castles
for unlit fishes
that drop inside
whose end is always sought
Emptiness that never met its spot
like crystalline cubes of clearest cool
in glass that sunlights chip
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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