and then the cold (poetic thought by George-B)

and then the cold (poetic thought by George-B)

And so it was
The blue immersed in red
With no other contact than the center
Pulsing like a engorged vein, huff, huff,
Repulsing like a tapered vein, hmm, hmm,

Nothing taken for granted, nothing to be thankful
Except for the huff, and hmm….and then fainter,
and after a while

Silence…
And then the cold…