Spinozablue: An Eclectic Journal of the Arts

Extremis Pro­fundis

The stretch
Of inter­nal diam­e­ters of the heart
Beyond the break­ing point
Aug­mented by music

Blue
Blue
Blue

Not like the sea but like the space
Between the inside of your eyes
And what’s outside

Not like the sky but the line
Between extremes of grief
And apathy

As if you know the music will never end
Never crest
Never roil back on the other side

And it is death that does this and death
And near death and pain suf­fered
From watch­ing that death unfold

Blue

The music goes blue blue like
The stretch of notes ris­ing
Higher toward a believer’s heaven
Higher above a skeptic’s hometown

By Dou­glas Pinson

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