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All of these things should have been green,
and blue, and white. There was
always a place for them - waiting,
clean, empty and lit from every angle.
There the ground would coddle them. They
would be free from the heinous, from
the lunacy paraded, from
the stupid, lackadaisical approach to every
nagging problem. There they'd bloom
and flourish. There they could take root.
The sky would interweave with them
as they peaked and bled beyond
we, who had created them, and
reveled in their synergy.
They'd form a blossomed bridge that reached
in lazy, arcing slopes,
eventually colliding with
a place we can escape to.
I would find your gaze and lead
upwards through the ozone breach,
grinning at the thought of we,
these two who'd found each other.
And in your face I'd see returned
a focus on the path we'd climb,
a spark that is beyond my words,
and a hand that finds its way to mine.