Shut up. I need you to shut up.
The lake is grinning. You can hear the lake
and its schemes, the umbra behind
all that mesmerizing blue.
Blue is color dead to itself. Blue is the cataract
called sky. Blue pretends while the infinite
animal runs naked running
its fingers round
the swell
of stars
that sweat
like oysters.
Ah.
You can’t drown in that blue. Now shush.
I hear the lake undress.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
Shut up. I need you to shut up.
The lake is grinning. You can hear the lake
and its schemes, the umbra behind
all that mesmerizing blue.
Blue is color dead to itself. Blue is the cataract
called sky. Blue pretends while the infinite
animal runs naked running
its fingers round
the swell
of stars
that sweat
like oysters.
Ah.
You can’t drown in that blue. Now shush.
I hear the lake undress.