A day of repression failed and followed opposite.
Twelve hours of rejection, invisibility, neglect, mockery.
Lived and layed by my side and climbed up to my shoulders and wouldn't get down;
Nothing I saw or attempted to kill.
And at 12 am, I saw the sky.
Starless and blue, like the sky of daytime, but wrong.
The midnight I experienced was stuck in twilight, without the Sun;
Nothing like the nights I remembered.
No shooting stars or satellites to question.
Maybe a rainbow or two were after the rain.
No clouds, just an ugly shade of miserable blue,
Above my head, when I needed comfort.
No promised rain, like on the forecast.
No airplanes enjoying the light I saw.
No lunar eclipse to justify its colour,
Just stable, boring, stale nonsense.
So I blamed the dim lights of the turnpike;
Knowing I was foolish to compare.
It was the blue sky I saw,
That everyone in existence missed.
I know nothing anymore.
