Hey are you guys holy? I saw the street burn blue beneath your feet, you were heavy clouds weighted like rock salt. I mean azure, as in I don’t speak Russian but it keeps blue and light-blue as separate brothers, and truly who wouldn’t follow a flock like that? Withstanding major storms I’d keep following you anywhere. Hey guys, did you always blaze with such precision? I don’t want sob stories. I want to hear how you took classes dissecting Crayola crayons and damned those that wouldn’t display their origins. Bittersweet is something like coral, nothing but compound and coral is a composite of its own being. I don’t know how to explain Fuzzy Wuzzy, and maybe you don’t either. Maybe you march so serenely because these are concrete like the sun, how you shatter it in your wake. To say blue isn’t enough. Say azure. One can say bright blue sky instead, but the sky is just a metaphor for the parts of earth we cannot burn.