I was much taller by mid-afternoon,

Standing up to the struggle,

Blue color thinking

Bruising the blue blood

Inclinations of a fine

Line mind.

Between the distinctions,

The paradoxes,

And the complexities

I had nowhere to sit.

Agitation ensues.

Rest impossible

For one so wicked

In all matters,

Mundane and pedestrian.

Were my navel

Not so utterly

Fascinating,

I would have stopped

The gazing long ago.

Outside the smug

Assurance of my father’s

Net worth,

I am a jellyfish.

Don’t tell the neighbors.