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Oh yes, but this song is for empathy. For the grasses' leaves' greens being yellowed. For when winter   says, "Hello": A song as this might add to its start with an opening chord or two. Oh (yes), but this song is for me: Hello. A greeting is an affirmation of one thinking thing to another. I greet stones. Tie them to my feet when I jump into my own blood. Drown for a bit. Wait for a response. The stones don't say anything. Flowers do sometimes, inspiring a heart to do a little lilt within itself. So much to speak of about flowers: Thick yellow grasses swirling around like the sounds swirling within a severed ear. That's a good painting. But that painting is yellow. Blood is red. Water is blue, or the sky is blue, or our minds make them blue, so where should I jump? Upwards towards the birds or downwards towards the fish? If human embryos look like fish then wombs might be oceans, but amnion fluid is yellow: Like sunflowers. Was Van Gogh a yellow man if he had a gun? And am I blue because words sometimes sing?
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
A Blue Song.
Oh yes, but this song is for empathy. For the grasses' leaves' greens being yellowed. For when winter   says, "Hello": A song as this might add to its start with an opening chord or two. Oh (yes), but this song is for me: Hello. A greeting is an affirmation of one thinking thing to another. I greet stones. Tie them to my feet when I jump into my own blood. Drown for a bit. Wait for a response. The stones don't say anything. Flowers do sometimes, inspiring a heart to do a little lilt within itself. So much to speak of about flowers: Thick yellow grasses swirling around like the sounds swirling within a severed ear. That's a good painting. But that painting is yellow. Blood is red. Water is blue, or the sky is blue, or our minds make them blue, so where should I jump? Upwards towards the birds or downwards towards the fish? If human embryos look like fish then wombs might be oceans, but amnion fluid is yellow: Like sunflowers. Was Van Gogh a yellow man if he had a gun? And am I blue because words sometimes sing?
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
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