Sunday, June 26, 2016

Greg Fiddament, Blue


Blue Pod of the Anthropoid, image by Daniel Y. Harris 




Blue


Blue partial connections,
equal requirement
to the in-breath.
Fact’s never-ending rejections,
leading you anywhere
@light speed.

The globe,
knowledge’s lightbulb,
starting to sprout.
Summer number-one.
Others even less.
Fractions of zero.

Continued…
into the blue
tunnelled view.
Acceptingly,
going on
without you.

A gain
that adds up
to a loss.
Ruling out
all that is not.
On to nothing.

Hyper-locked
and free to choose
accordingly,
here or there.
Web weaver
adventure.

True blue,
new blue,
glue blue.
suckered,
pulling you in
then setting.

Where will it end?
When it doesn’t.
Spindle thin,
thread’s engine
sinking its thorns in,
every single spin.

Blood shot
blue veins.
leading the eyes
to the mind and follow,
every broken-down vertical,
split-diminishing.

Link-hit.
Peptides and receptides,
ebb and flood.
Hardened,
drowning,
calling it swimming.

Virtual emersion
drone
containing all known tones,
as well as the unknown.
Combinations alone
for diversion.

Blue of flame,
blue in name,
and blue again.
The only way
remains,
a change(ing).


—Greg Fiddament

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