Ectologue Triptych

vainly the muses
made me find a bench
and mould the forms of things

blue was addictive

and with these little pills
i sang the sun to rest
from dancing and content

i found
a god

blue was minimal


there’s always been a weight
within the shapes
the clouds the stars

blue is not human at all

draw from the town, my friend
to be the page more dear
to other people

Made using Gnoetry. Source Texts: Virgil’s Eclogues; various MDMA experiences as reported on


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