somewhere between the grey

you walk the line of blue grey,

or between the winter sky and sea.

caverns drown below your stare,

as Theseus sinks beneath.

a cool that sets the world ablaze,

echos a perennial paradox.

 

bound to books but not by them,

a mind woven of mist and petrichor

growling in harmony with the earth.

the world is your cellophane,

and you, ballistic glass –

as if, for instance, ephemeral had roots.

 

i found you somewhere between the grey

when blue was all i knew.

so we walk the line of blue and grey,

through tunnels and in the dark,

mere trees that lose sight of the woods

and get lost in the forest.

 

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