The Master Plan; Or The Undivided Line

Way Down Below;

Somewhere between Utah and Colorado

Looking down on
Pretty topography
Untarnished

Garnished with Snow.

Up here

my eggs a glow
Bechamel sauce
I shouldn't eat, I know.
with

First class passengers
All googley eyed;
Who is the guy in 2D?

Behind dark shades
I hide.

Down there,

The Rockies
Sit silent
majestic tips
So jagged, So violent.

What if...
All the gloss of first class
Found refuge
Amongst the terrain
Of Americas dirt deluge?

How valuable our vain?

Would our Gucci purse,
Make for pounds unwanted?
- perhaps a pillow nurse?
Saving us from the haunted.

Do u think our sleek black coats
Would protect us from degrees?
So frigid, so cold

Coffee, Tea...
Perhaps, A furnace please?

Our Universe;

a harmonious balancing act
From up here
I look over this majesty, perfectly intact.

In awe
One in the same
Interconnectedness,
First class mind game,

or;
Rugged warrior
From the same hand
We are all one
Headed to,

the promised land.


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