Blue

by Columbine

A visual tinnitus, recurring loopback dream
A sub without its sonar taking soundings on a scream
Inside my useless eyelids a luminous tattoo
Of clear midsummer open prairie shining reckless blue

Just when I had a heartful of soft forgiving black
The future just a cipher and the past to watch my back
A random brief exposure contaminates my view
And pulls me under drowning into pounding roaring blue

I never said I saw it
I know it can't be right
I went about my business
I tried to be polite
I never once believed it
And it was just my luck
The credits rolled, the tape ran out
And then the screen got stuck

I'm sure that any day now I'll set myself to rights
And worry for my sanity recalling these long nights
But wanting it to happen is the part that I can't do
Too dazzled and distracted by an overdose of blue

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