the opera of blue intent
is where the starlings gather
& the winds wip
is the expulsion
of my sleeps dreamy cloud
of seedful wonder
it's a dulcet sounding
where i'm at
with the heartbeats of thunder
& the moons
eclipsing in my ear
& i am brandish in my haunted sky
& gaudy in my ways
in the closeness of hours
the miniature of truth compels
the rabbit heart to flee
& memory is ellusive
when in forgetful breathing
you are stunning | 
Submission Name: the opera of blue intent
