an excellent soliloquy
reminds us what it used to be
the blue behind the sky suggests
the time beneath the hue

with perfect synchronicity
another lost epiphany
what's left stays in-between
the crime, but for the few

so let it go free
let it bleed superficially
the blue behind the sky begets
the eyes beneath the glue

this wasn't meant to be unkind
i didn't know what else to find