= I n d i g o =

My colourless afternoon

A shade of whatever in the damp sunless sky,

I wonder what world I wither with,

I wonder what rainbow died here,
The musk of nothingness drifts through

Scentless and sightless,
Nothing resembles a meaning,

No meaning resembles a word.

Wolves are bound to starless nights,

No moon to guide their howls,

No mate to call their beliefs,

So bullets without guns,

Dream sand without seas,

No sun in the sky,

No heart to the beat.

But I’m indigo,

Never thinking of a thing,

While you never think of me,
dreaming dreams of dreams so dreamily.

The End

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