Kind of Blue

 Kind of Blue



It's like the world
wasn't meant for me

The planet
granted
is blunderstanded

Thunderstanding
Lightning walking

And every stretch of sea-beaten beach
it strikes
leaves the glassy remnants
I gaze through
to see you

On a three-legged unarmed chair
I try to balance a letter to you
and an orange

Everything tilts to blue

when I'm not with you


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