- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
The Longing of Blue for the Brush
Standing behind the blue throne, accretions of shifting surface graffiti light your visage. Look the other way – while we regard you, cast through the lens of for-never. Turquoise velvet grandeur – an ache of pure colour, longing burns in our veins. We will paint our own palm trees, colour our own sky blue sky. Oceans in our ears, shells held high. Forever, I shall hold the brush, as you take your seat, My Dear.