Looking Up
In the luscious blue
There is no guarantee
You know right
From wrong.
Forced to swim through irregularities,
Logic become a mischievous light.
Time swivels while you scramble.
The forward pull,
The hidden Divine chord.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2017
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