Dawn Skies on My Deathbed

A walk right before daybreak inspired this

Cracking world, cackling words, all summations swirling about

I follow the simple man protocol: left foot write hand

Yet beauty, inescapable, somehow manages past my periphery

Purple gold eyelids awakened my crown majesty

Birds, so delightful in their aloofness

Twiddle about, enticing further a-way

Trees of leaves, conifer and cone

Stoically scoff at my goof troop incessance

To be, to die in fantasy

One more lollipop down the lane

One more candyman

Down the drain