blessedly strange, the in-between
a half smile behind the scenes
glowing blue minutes before night
a salve to cool warm tones
bright enough to blacken me into a silhouette
almost opaque but certainly not solid
not these translucent surfaces stretched across my bones
more likely a hole in the changing sky
still blind
but with eyes that wait
to settle then stir with the blue of night
in hopes an adjustment will come
and shapes become truths
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