Just A Plain Day

To be seen is the malady daily. I reach for the leaves that call me on the trees. People shuffle by and I know that there is LSD behind their eyes. So much hostility, no divinity. I call for the eagle to return to the barn to see the bodies left there yesterday. I live in the world between the two realms, taking notes along the way. I seek perfection in the green. There is no more love in the color red. I push a button and everything is erased. My whole mixure of moments has gone away. Be a friend to the inanimate objects and the jeers come your way. Reject the leering beings in the vicinity and rage is what you will see and feel all day. I long to build a fortress, to be free of all of the revelry. I have tried to explain by plotting two points. I wish to plot a third, but there is no point that answers in a wispy triangular way. People walk away and then I can lay low and move slow. Play with me in malady and the hounds of hell will do more than nip at your feet. It is now time. I will retire for now.