in shades of blue
the view down a tunnel
blocks are cut in an hour
light turns the white ice
shades of blue I dream
of animal skins
they hold back death
in here it is hot
the brown skin on your
stomach has never been
touched by the sun I touch
the furs beneath my back
are hot, the grey fur
is filled with lost
shades of blue
I dream
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