The sky isn't just blue.

It is formed of scattered short wavelengths streaming into rays of a violet and blue façade.

I see the formless titan,
encompassing all that we are,
and all that we'll ever be.

Without the clouds, or birds, or blemishes,
it is an inviting emptiness.

Swallowing my unblinking concentration for a far too-long minute.

Stretching across
Above,
And over.

As if in a goldfish bowl,
I swim through erratic thoughts and paranoid visions.

On its opposing side,
One dark void after the prior pastel,
An incomprehensible expanding nothingness,
Consuming, patiently waiting and ever present.

One day we will return to the dark, and the blue giant will deceive us no more.

© Amelia Tuson