When violets are orange and roses are green,
Fall asleep to live and rise awake to dream.
When the Earth is amiss the sky is ground,
Cannot and don’t care to ever come down.
Feet pace the Earth with a head in a cloud,
Full of wondrous ruin with which to be endowed.
Rejuvenated ideas with each breath in,
Exhaling the words to paint a world within.
Where every sight is painted and ever scent described,
On a very soul this life is inscribed.
In a world of isolated thoughts, of both gift and curse,
Reality's less pressing with consciousness inverse.
(Revised from Sept 6, 2013 version)
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