.. Venus drew blanks for blue, and blue gave warmth for that. Then the whole thing got cystic. In total comfort, perhaps, jumping the gun, blue started cutting up Venus’ Rick Astley record collection.
“This is no longer a matter of lower case, my friend and lover, this is a matter of joy that you, as a planet, can’t feel and that I, as a mood will never know,” blue said.
Touched by it’s words, venus sucked some green out of blues composition.“I am your matter and lower case now your friend and lover. I am a joy of matter and you as a mood cannot know this, and I, as a planet, cannot feel this,” retorted venus.
Sweet sweet sweet was the light they made: blue bouncing off the atmosphere, paralyzed by a love of gases and great pressure. That was what blue was all about. Venus. But blue was wrong. And venus. Venus was too big, and could never have the light, or could never see the light. When venus digressed, yelling back at earth, blue’s distant birthplace, everything turned into a spatial relations capsule. No clear understanding of their emotional space could be had between the open ends of the galaxy. Strange how things find each other, they reflected finding each other.
“I saw you plain as bulk tartar powder held by gravity. I wanted to hold you, but blue won’t do. You said so yourself. We are of different theoretical, physical and emotional composition,” said Blue.
Venus pondered as only venus can because venus was in no rush. Venus was too noticeable to be in a rush. Theoretical composition bothersome as meteors and space stations, no pinas for the favour of axis circumnavigation.
“Blue Blue Blue. We can’t talk to each other, theoretically. Why do I wish your low-end light to seal my cavities? You will ride with me because I can think it. That’s practically purposeful, so be happy. We have endowed ourselves with each other and can feel it for ourselves for the sake of feeling!” said Venus with galactic enthusiasm.
Blue Venus shone over earth. The old man whose face gave great contrast in black and white photos spelled out all his knowledge to a grandson who wore a packers hat. The old man called it “the obverse side of venus.”
The end of the peel...
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