cousteau
shades of ruinous blue
pale luminescent face cumulescent grace now borne in shades of Ruinous Blue thin, like the river's wrinkled skin all the mirrors in the heavens already shaded in Ruinous Blue... there's brooding and moody truths moving through the moonlight the world's lonely edge there be monsters hedging no tomorrow in Ruinous Blue thrown towed between the Earth and sea shown the secrets that the sleepless secretly realise in Ruinous Blue