The gargantuan blue field espouses the horizon
On the tip of my fingers.
Gives it a whirl, a shake, hems it up
To create a pinafore
Which lies on the mantel untouched by your arms.
I stand amid the tepid waters which prove no succour
In drought or flood
Or even when He is not around.
I want to throw it lest it shall
Burn you and shrivel you
Akin to the threads that hang from my tee.
If you so wanted to give it,
Why didn't you leave it up there on the sky
For I would have got it
Even if I can't reach it.
My dog shall fetch it for me in the time that it takes
For me to utter his name-
Lord Basdemolikiddle Sanhihjoplikedefrer Danneaush.
But back to square one now.
It started with the blue, I think.
But beware!
Out in the blue, men dive and rue.