You can feel a sight at eight thirty on a summer night air turns a deep blue and it stays completely still until you brush it aside air reflects blue and shoots it out and now everything is blue goodbye sun hello black felt sky your glimmer is showing but only in some spots someone bigger than you and i poked some holes through a backlit scrap of undeveloped film to force the light and the heat through but that's gone as the heat leaves the dark slowly breathes the air turns blue for twenty minutes everything becomes diverse in uniform you can lay your head between the dirt and the air hear blue, feel blue. and then it goes away