In the springtime, after the clouds of winter and before the storms of summer, when the skies were clear and the waters still, Abel went star-catching. The other villagers thought him daft, of course ... [+]
In these blue sheets, I've become
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal I
"I" can finally count
Breaths
Feel the blue self, life, thought
Slow, slowed, slower
When fingers peel away the blue
Pull me to a chest
I lean
This "I" too tired to flinch
Too tired to remember
"I" search for a mouth in the blue
Tp count these breaths together
Before the next hour comes
And takes this "I" from me
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal I
"I" can finally count
Breaths
Feel the blue self, life, thought
Slow, slowed, slower
When fingers peel away the blue
Pull me to a chest
I lean
This "I" too tired to flinch
Too tired to remember
"I" search for a mouth in the blue
Tp count these breaths together
Before the next hour comes
And takes this "I" from me