the blue line swinger

a pair of trembling eyes, tracing

shadows cast from blank referents

quivering and interpreting

through dust-filled, thin, curious tears

expecting moldering blueprints.

watching me watching you,

the lamp off: you won't talk about

the lines, any of them, who drew them,

their vanishing points, perspectives,

or how they were drawn on your arms.

during our uncertain twilight

my small red eyes interlacing

the blue lines, observing the nodes

emerging as nests of loose ends

and umbral morse telegraphy.

beyond dots and hazy shadows

i know the world ends at sunrise.

possibilities flourish: in

the violet hour of want, an

exploded drawing of desire

and symbol lets us assemble.

note: work in progress
lastmod: 2024-06-11

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