hard drive human

the colours of your past speed past the palette of your no tomorrow this evening captured by no technique other than your blue eye

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your blue meaning overtakes
the morning when you are apart from yourself and discover you floating nowhere in blue particular never seeing red except when the flames of mauve conscience take their core, for your blue moment only, to a red second don't lose me for that no reason i lose myself i cannot get up because i have not fallen down i am overcome. . .

when there were fireworks on the water, i heard your voice when there were grey sheets of metallic nothing on the lake i listened to your song when tide never turned but came in and came in and came in i could not escape, not this time, i could not though i swam on and on until i could move no more

i cannot blue see you when your eyes are green but can only change to match your colour i turn around and turn away and twist together and apart, it makes no odds, i only want to prove that i can contort and where's the point