Insel, Insel, and one poem blue.

1. His very personality taking the form of a question mark, it would have shown a lack of perspicacity when intentionally confronted with a self-composed conundrum, not to attempt unobserved, the intriguer, underrated.

2. Yet, like all who hav to do with any form of magic, he apparently had lost some of his specific gravity.

3. On Blue (gravity)

Sits alone with me while I'm thinking of you.
Eats only silence, drinks often beer.
Contemplative, we think of many things together,
But, alarmingly, we think of nothing collaboratively.
Together, we often feel alone, like the tree and the boy,
but it's home.

You pull us together, as we drift through today.
We think of tomorrow, but hope's still astray.
I rhyme when I want to; he speaks when I sing.
Love's not an altogether precarious thing.
Slanted, we feel fine, but straight too aligned,
Wishing, we love us, praying we find

That nothing in motion can tear you away,
and wanting to see you we'll stay
here today.
Rhythm can help us – we've shown you,
at least, but music is nothing for
gravity to meet. Competing we
lose you, you love us as one. He sees
you, I breath you, she holds you. She's

Everything we hoped for, and all that
you know. You became more than perfect,
Like nothing else grows. You smile and we
love life, our journey, our songs. You
smile and it makes us decide we're not wrong
to love one another and love you still more, to
take like we gave life for granted no --
Eight times we could tell you, nine times
We could play.

Ten reasons you ground us, one poem per day.
These things we should give you.
These songs we should write.
These words take forever --
We wish they were right.
They're wrong, not enough for you,
Wrong because true.
They're taking forever, forgiveness
must do. You know more than I do,
we all feel the same. Forever, we'll play this. Forever the game.