The dry temperament of a blue sky

 

A high, dry blue, like a fine temperament.

All around the sky’s a mural, painted to

Perception. Distant-hung the firmament

Abides the time and day, is waiting to

Announce the moment at its due election,

All tendencies to tend to true perfection.

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