a blue mind walks over
green hills
turning
everything a cold
grey
a blue mind stares the
clock down,
with success,
until its ticks dull
down, infinitesimal
a blue mind rips
the pages of history
coming undone,
himself,
with the pages
a blue mind walks over
green hills
turning
everything a cold
grey
a blue mind stares the
clock down,
with success,
until its ticks dull
down, infinitesimal
a blue mind rips
the pages of history
coming undone,
himself,
with the pages
Reminds me of how Dorian Gray found himself in histories. It’s a provocative & narcissistic idea. I like it.