Tuesday, May 19, 2015

BASTION OF—

Stilled and immovable—but alive 
alone in one 
slivered corner 

of a very particular 
deep blue room,

near a shaded 
cobalt dusty 
table—flush with 

sleek blue 
flowers—motionless-
ly yearning 

for the occasional glint of blue-
silver sun,
barely sluicing 
through near opaque 

and peculiar 
stiff blue drapes;

he almost felt 
he was 

lukewarmly—there,

inside his own 
illustrious mind
for the very first time;

except—he thought, 

quickly 
as
the sanctity of the shabby little 
place 
began dissolving, 

that such a precious stone
ought 
to be unassailable. 
One cannot!

simply—tiptoe in
and begin 

quietly sitting 
around—inside 
a diamond!

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