And all the rose-bloom evening hung untempered as a consequence of unnamed seconds dredged and heaped, this momentary sapphire vindication framed in faded royal imprints still and mellow so persuading stones to rest. When instants mixed and aggregated bleed but for an ebbing glimpse of rust and ruby, when blue-note poems spoken in a silence after hours’ cease make profits in the swells of seas’ undying exhalations, let them tide me in a breath of sanguine reverence for days whose cobalt outcomes pay the dividends of passing time.

#Paris #France

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