beauty in these times of graffiti and tragedy
when lines of life are but here, simple parody
an offering, as southern cross makes soul night’s debut
leading not the long way home, but true
to navigate dreams with wonder eyes
and form synaptic clouds in memory skies
no reason to know why the tears of art
but motivation for what be this, simple thought
more enigma in an instant than a sky of blue
or even amidst a world of fame, the distinction is you
tis likely that the smallness makes it all
and Alice really had the wherewithal
for chaos makes the wonderment we touch in every way
a life is but a second, an eternity, but what a day
©2008 Hey Hey
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