Art is a power, you just have to watch it exert its blue benevolence

The blue flower is blue because /
a child with a paintbrush / and blue paint
sneaked into the garden / and painted it
We didn’t think / anything of it
We just left it /
It was (again) one white flower / in a bed of many white /
Flowers /
That the child / painted
But as the days passed / sunsets and sunrises
All the rest of the flowers / in the bed
Turned blue /
We could only explain it /
Metaphorically /
From the Greek / above, carry /
It shows us that the truth can only be true /
If the truth is in part /
Mystery

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