Dim, uninhabited blue sky;
A deep navy line
defines the night.
I might still be sore
from before.
Blue and black and green are
the bruises on my back, and
they're painted like
this landscape scene, where
all the stars are at eye level--
their constellations in rows,
running, fleeing to my right,
offering only fleeting moments
of light, to allow in my view
the horizon that I see
layered green, under black,
under blue.
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