4 Skies
Amedeo Pace, Arto Lindsay
One sky was orange
Some skies are grey
Or a deep dark blue
That gave blue its name
A sky like a room
At the top of a house
A most violent sky
Hanging low over water
I need a way
To say "you're scorching"
A seething, crumpled, teeming sky
One sky on stage
Heathen and round
Heat removes
What was left of sound
Braiding two snakes
Cover clouds with your arm
Black hair turning red
Sunset on a sweater…
Why do we feel
Like it might break?
A seething, crumpled, teeming sky