As the sands of time pour down my pants,.I stop to think a while
Of kings and queens and the magistrate
in a fiefdom of beautiful butterflies
where buttercups and tulips
grace the countryside
the sun a million miles wide
(when, in fact, it is)
I stroke the sky with a child's fingertips
the hidden stars purr in delight
They wait to grace me with their twinkle
come the spooky night of grinning jack-o-lanterns
and the smell of cinnamon and apple cider
that always permeates my colored mind.
But the sand swiftly fills these pockets,
mounds with tiny ants that just want a friend.
They have me. I sprinkle sugar on their heads
waiting for their approval which they give
with littles smiles and bright eyes
Then the sun sinks below the sea
and the twilight radiates its golden canopy
sweeping my orange orangutan hair from my speckled face
I melt into the sands of time with the wanning of the sun
the collective consciousness of all living beings
consumes my mortal essence
but have no fear for I am
forever embraced by the One
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