Do they subsist a band of blue?

Are they the blue of water?

Do they walk bound as the Earth intended? When-

Rocks demarcate the route and soil cushions it

They swerve yet trace straight

Am I the diaphanous?

Which brushes the blue

Oh, so lovingly! Making it hop

but always envious of swerving so far

farther than its counterpart.

Well, once the diaphanous did stop

so did its wavering comrade

they mingled and talked

of how they lived like vagabonds.

Because they spiraled but never followed a path.

Erred was blue on hearing this uttered

because it never got lost.

Diaphanous ascertained blue was different.

With no one like her,

she moved on.