Particulars

Our barest essentials are nuts before we bite a bolt from blue. Now we turn blue in faces when faced with the particulars.

We shall turn blue like the sky ,not a fluorescence of Krishna whose blue is a middle thing between royal blue and ocean green ,in the blues of a peeved lover her eyes closed with his flute.

Ours are blue blood particulars. They will in due course merge in the blue vagueness of sky.

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