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Blue light,
oranges,
rib cages and thorns;
Island sun,
brown skin,
and my father’s many names;
Inexplicable
imagery overused:
These once meant something
to me.
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What a mysterious little poem. I want to know more about the blue light and your father3’s many names. Or have you given me just enough mystery?
The “rib cages and thorns” and “my father’s many names” give me biblical vibes, like maybe this is about the speaker losing faith? Definitely makes me sit and ponder.
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