Coloring the Day
It started early in the astrological cycle
Before anything had blended into form
I reached toward a vulnerable calling card
This was going to lead somewhere revelatory
This enterprise was all spiritual horns and no body
I found the brightness flowing around me
And a sweet butterscotch coloring building
A parade of passing retrospective artifacts
Grabbing at blueprints of the universe
Curly handwritten mood swings smear the auburn sky
There is a circular unzipping of theatrical confusion
From fingerprints to forensics adorn the horizon
I flatten the tone bursting with zodiac referrals
Energy bursting from the creases in my heritage
No random groan without being triumphant on all fronts
I glance up just in time to marry Mars to my uncharted laugh
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