IMPROMPTU YET AGAIN
Look up at the clouds and see the flutter of the wings of the dove
The sky beneath those blue-iridescent blue and white poster colors that hold them all.
All in all that’s all you see, peer in closer there’s nothing more to come into view
Thank beaten hands for toiling not cottony clouds
Give graceful gratitude to ever pumping mind machine
Not the birds migrating innocently
No, there’s no miracle
No, there wasn’t anything divine
All that you see before you is our world and it has been this way all this time.