Sit in crimson sky sunset park
Quiet city sounds
Churches adjacent
Diocese I'm sure
Tho no man'o god
Insulated here
For I'm sure
At home
They're watching

******* feel I can't shake
Like J and his star on the
Wall scars from the fall philosophy
That I don't understand
Beyond as manifestations
Of psyche transference

And the Fibonacci sequence
Part of a quantum spiral clearly seen
Tell him about the Golden Ratio
With trepidation

Fuel to the fire
Say you want to help but
Play mind game chicken with faith