Blue floats and hovers br it never comes to rest br its scent is distant bonfires br its touch moth-breath br br Blue is man-child br with spiritual eyes br a stranger in a room br who isn't one br soft down on upper lip br felt without touch br br it is dreaming at night br of what is not and cannot be br it is gauze-vision br half-reality br br it is a shaky signature br on a typewritten page br seen through mist br br Blue is pain that is borne alone br br it is quena music br bone-notes quavering over absent flesh br in death worship br br yawns are for want of blue br and partially for having it br br Blue is pigeons br and siamese cats br and snow shadows br it is for ever br stretching br br it is ten billion spindles br weaving blue fabric endlessly br br it is the certain br uncertainty br br (Nov.