sweet lace on a sunny afternoon
do you smell evening coming on?
when the sky-fringes purple
but still hot, dry.

whisper of rattling clouds,
do you hear them knocking around?
in this jar of mine.

gossamer stretched over the clouds
a little dampener dripping vapor
dark pains bloating indigo
inside of me.

ta ta ta ta taa
shiiiiiiiiinnnn
kokoriiiinnnn

first rattling breaths,
then spider web gossamer draped,
then evening marbled in the sky.

such is an indigo requiem.