025. o by the by

o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at blue

with a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flame

blue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond where

what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go

- e.e. cummings

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oh, by the by, i do have quite a number of thoughts to write down, but seeing as it is 3:00 in the AM and i am too tired and unsure to express and explain said thoughts, they will have to wait at a later time to be discussed.

ah, yes, i do think too much sometimes.