The Holy Blanket

Don’t separate the spectrum
For a peacock blue,
Eyes cannot see the sun,
That you have erased
And seized in your shadowed heart
You cannot steal the move
From the 36th cube,
Soulful lies never lose their identity
Even if encapsulated in a velvet bow oyster
For the 9 months of life,
In an 19 year old story,
I thank you.
Now your life begins.