Big Blue Paradise

December 6, 2008
I dwell in a cold, empty blue.
I sing in it,
Love little in it,
Breathe its stagnant air.
I await so mercifully,
For the eagle to bring to me,
Hope on its right wing,
And my forgotten faith in this big but now blue world,
On its left.
I beat,
And I beat,
And I beat my back
Trembling- like against those blue walls;
Those same translucent walls,
From which I can see,
But no one can see me,
To make them stop their throws of scraps of pity,
At a face known to none a soul.
This is my eternal jailed paradise;
A waiting room till I return.

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