Blue
Everything in this world is washed over
The stars have trickled from the sky
It’s broken open, black and blue
And so I think you’ll be with me forever
The sky is too close to my head now
It seeps into my ears and eyes and blinds me
I can close my eyes and see you still
And when I’m wide awake, you’re here
At night when it drops through the cracks in my ceiling
I catch it in my palm and drink it with my mouth
When daylight comes I’m soaked in ink and sweat
And so I think you’ll be with me forever
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Personal grief/obsession with abstract cosmic imagery blended together.
Multiple layered ideas: dissolution, presence, sensory overwhelm, cyclical haunting.
Melancholic, trapped, obsessive tone; darkness dominates emotional landscape.
Fluid, cascading movement with visceral imagery; moderately intense but contemplative.
Approximately 24-25 lines; falls solidly in 16-30 range.
Rich metaphors (stars trickling, sky seeping, swallowing ink); highly ornamented.
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective meditation on presence and absence.
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