Pink
Harry Burgess
Eventually the sky will ignite
This godless Millerite will smile with fallow cheeks
Remembering youth, at last unburdened;
"No more running from empty, it's time"
I think I'll never be a real human being
The more I beg the less I seem to bleed
My crippled reverie is in infinite retreat, a diorama of an alien
So, onto Jericho
To find myself enveloped in dawn
As serenading light plucks dew
With spry alarm and then to expire
Such fine resolve I'd have, to leave as fawn
And pink and green
Picked up an abandoned box, hadn't played in years
Time upended
Lark ascending, life was but a dream
And a child I was again