Blue Blood Joany

Up here, far away
from the group, Alone—
quiet.

The lone spire a drip
with my blood as sun-
up comes.

The vale, tipis, they are
coming. They’re a
couple.

Ninel and Govind,
I’ll drink the Kool-Ade,
can’t—

Can hear them advancing,
time to be alone,
completed.

Pick up my things and
view the say again
again.

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