Blue overwhelming
While everything else
Might as well be folds
In scrap paper tossed
At the foot of blue—
The senses notice
Absences much less
Than sudden increase
Or swift reduction—
When it goes quiet
Part of the way—
When everything pops—
Then you notice it—
In between the blue
Is overwhelming.
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