THE BLUE

Dangerous days and moth eaten linings, callously slithering
Through thick and mercurial tide pools, where mollusks inking
Lighting their thinking, but left her bleeding from one eye
Gawain the friend, who first knew her when
King Alger was doing his drinking, installing
The tech of the blue
The image of her birth
My best friend back then, today had begun
To automaton like Tyler too, oozing into the new
Her mind fabrication, physique steely plating
But her eye came straight from the blue
As small children, we had both brain tumored at two
And began playing and gaming at three
Then forces evading, we lived quietly alone with a view
She with her eye, and I with tide pools
We talked to each other with will
But she was much better, for the strength of her eye
And the reason I had named her "The Blue"
For when she was shining, and my mind was contriving
There was really nothing anyone could do
So we left and we went far away
Where governments had nothing to say
But we all know the ending, when government spending
Couldn't control their creation, and left us with nothing to do
So we sat there pretending, as the countdown was ending
When she gave me her eye, and let herself die
She knew,
It was not the end
Of "The Blue"........