Well,
time has passed. The tall blue man has been busy. So busy, that he does not remember that his wind is still missing.
His eyelashes are still grey, but he's tricked himself into believing they are blue.
Time did not tell him anything new. Just the same old things... that he knew anyway.
Maybe next year.
It is August of 2019, and the ocean is still blue. But the tall blue man feels the wind less and less, as the moon moves further away from the Earth.
The moon is like the tall blue man's eyelashes. It can't bear to be so close to something so blue, so it moves backwards into the grey abyss of space.
Maybe the ocean is turning grey too.
Turn the clock, let's go backwards in time, in our progress. Maybe we can see what went wrong there. That'll fix it. That's the way.
Well,
"..hello again.." says the tall blue man to the sky. He'd like to believe he missed it. But he didn't really. No, not really.
Maybe next year.
"..yeah. Next year.."
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Poetrythe tall blue man & his adventures. the wind blows regularly here. sometimes rain, but not often. let's not talk about the sun. the man is also blue. you already knew that, since you probably are too. but that's okay. he doesn't mind it. what about...
