It all depends on who’s watching. Which cloud they’re standing under. Sky, that chameleon, can’t decide if she likes Free Willy or Gallipoli. Somewhere, there is always sun. Just now, storms break low on the horizon. Dressed in gray, the pimp stands at the pulpit, calm and cruel as a blank page. Sky, he claims, is always white, always holy. And if I forget to notice how she wraps the whole world in one long embrace, it’s only because I get lost in all the colors: green sleeves, red blood, blue heart.
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