You must stand still for the time being
Someone will come to take your things
You may notice some slight clouds to the West

All the flat surfaces are dully lit
Your bare feet may walk on them a bit
Until the sand runs out, or you reconnoiter

While all this grinds away, Note that
Heavy dark packages arrive during dismal rain
The shadowed handlers just leave them at the step

Wet paper falls off like skin, the pale insides are
Pulsing slightly, like breathing
Only now do you notice there is no color

Especially blue is gone – more absent than the others
You suspect pale blue contents in the packages
For this reason: that they did not come to take your things
But to burden you further with their loathsome blue stuff.