*The branches reach illogically
Searching for order in woodland -
chaos
They're trimmed in leaves of blue , high above -
red grass bordering a pink roadway , green
clouds speckle the mustard ceiling in the -
afternoon foray of time and reason
I am a living god born anew each second
Receiving my personal earth in tardy installments*
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
*The branches reach illogically
Searching for order in woodland -
chaos
They're trimmed in leaves of blue , high above -
red grass bordering a pink roadway , green
clouds speckle the mustard ceiling in the -
afternoon foray of time and reason
I am a living god born anew each second
Receiving my personal earth in tardy installments*
Copyright January 31 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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