concrete poem: blue

up then down
       this way then
           that way.
      only one thing
   constant. color.
blue. always blue.
   sometimes bright.
       dark. sparkling or
           still. but always
               blue. the same blue
           which carries beauty and
        grace, is home to the
    creatures that kill. we
look upon this blue with
    affection and longing
        but always know.
            underneath is horror.
         mixed with beauty.
      but always blue. blue.
           blue.