i pluck a leaf off a dying tree and bathe it in the suns of glory. what do you reckon a branch feels like? when you bud of a life. they ask me. and i remain silent. the earth paves away from beneath my feet. and i look at the inconsolable sky. it's blue. blue. blue. i collect the grits of memories off my nerves and silence them. what do you reckon a heart feels like?? when its prevalence becomes like the ocean waves. they answer me. and i have my eyes on another pair. they are blue. blue. blue.
