The Atmosphere Inside

Hold what you fail to grasp.

The Pinkening, by BB Borne

Into the pinkening,
the pinkening sky;
reticent blue surrenders 
its rose washed soul. 

I want to crack open 
the right side of my brain 
and watch all
the pink spill over
my blue water body.
With good tidings 
I  will send 
the pink wash 
blending with the river, 
bending along the banks,
suspended, melting,
descending sea bound 
as current
all the way to the merge.

Open and crumble 
ye sanguine riverbank,
you impassioned canyon!
The pink ethereal 
demands your stroke!
Frame, but
do not contain,
Taste, but
do not ingest;
Fail fully and well,
Surrender fallen
and fulfilled, 
Delight, release,
redeemed by failure,
failure to grasp
the pinkening sky.