I sense your lonesome body tonight,
lying with dead eyes melted blue.
Are you missing someone, too?
to the rolling calibre of sea,
do you lose words just like me?
Have you counted chess board squares (64),
listened to the empty fridge echo,
followed which way the fan blows?
If the putty day has quickly cooled
and your tough hour's long expired,
why kill the part of you that's tired?
Is it the rickety ivory staircase
that unwinds and coils you awake,
or simply a photocopy mistake?
The stair leads nowhere, friend,
to some Then I hope you ever know.
Can you hear me climb it slow?
The night is cool, and might we be,
but there's no sense in being modest:
Blue fire burns the hottest.
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