i was
crying
in a cradle
she was
inside
i was
out
out
in a cradle
on
a cloudless day
one
would say
Cielo Azul
(but that
name
takes
me to another
place
to another
face)
back in
the cradle
outside
from inside
she thought
she heard
screaming
running
outside
from inside
to the cradle
not able
to discern why
the crying
looking inside
the cradle
outside
looking down
she found
me
looking up
looking up
laughing
endlessly at
a Cielo Azur
or
to her
a Cielo Blu
a drunkenless
epiphany
not even she
could see
or say what
i saw
was it
god
was it
life's meaning
or
was it
you
our
future
fruit filled
meeting
blue
haired
Diosa
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