He lives in Blue night while the lanterns introduce Red.
He creates Red.
Yellow like her skin, Red like her bruises
Its not that he creates Red.
He controls Red.
In Blue, Truth comes out.
In Red, both past and future.
Blue like the broken old man.
Blue like cold old legs.
Red as the powder of a miscarriage.
Blue as the laughter of the society of men.
A song about dogs:
"it ends in horn playing
when the inevitable enters one's home
all you can do
is play the horn frivolously!"
and so he drowns in Red.
with his son in Blue standing over the pool where the long cloth falls
it spreads over the surface
then slowly sinks.
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