The way you can about red
It’s already unearthly
You can’t write about disparate things
Circling round a specific moment
It’s already rooted in you
Hammered down into
The glimmering mineral world
Or enticed back up by the sun
You can’t write about love
The way you can about nature
It was already present
And unaccounted-for
Like the blue
That takes us away
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