Sky Evolution

Sky Evolution

I drew a line in the sky

I called it the perfect design

Some fools… Didn’t even wonder why

Some fools… Called it the perfect crime

Some fools… Cried the perfect cry

Some fools… Were ready to fight a perfect fight

Some fools… Said it burned their perfect eyes

Some fools… Called it a perfect lie

But I

                                               Did wonder why

             And I… Refuse to cry

                                   And I… Repented for the crime

               When I… Realized I was blind

From the perfect burn in my eyes

But a whisper beyond the origin of wind

Told me to do it… Again and again

                              Claiming graffiti was creation

Claiming graffiti was the solution

                For sky evolution

                              So I drew a crooked line

                    And painted a broken circle

As I called it a perfect miracle







Gate of Inward-
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy







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