He’s been wading deeper into the accident area
where he’s the fatherless son and the sonless
father. He walks on through the valley and over
the mountains, some still virgin, with the same
concentration, heart, he has benefited from this

spill. He is now betrothed to blue, at home with
her wisdom of refracted light, troubled only in the
sprinkly dawn, in a blue beret. Blue becomes him;
he was moved as it worked its way up his leg—
was beautiful to behold this sight of blue meeting

blue, why such cause of joy? Thank you turned
into a gaze, blue’s aura and dream. It must be
the Aegean, he is swimming in it! O pale body,
he writes this passage for himself to remember…
this very special private island was wished

by him, he brought it on by his contact with
illuminated manuscripts, such fingers! Tips
of—guess what—blue, and bluest eyes, this light
is home at last, this blue is blue all through.
He’s in control as he strides further into the

meadow, dripping, but he’s weathered a lot worse.
Forgive me for not lying about this but he
could be dead right now if he hadn’t wandered into
this lucky accident area, where his new life
begins quietly in the eyes of a wakened animal.