Rivers of Violet and Green

The air mists with the recollections of poverty and other's depravity on me. I see the now as the money of the banks of the Nile. Seeing too many, with too much, is a disease all its own. A little piece of wood can be an instrument or a wizardry FRIEND. I speak quietly and see if anyone will pick up a tune to the words. Can you extend the thought that I have, or are you all going to ask me to solve the whole puzzle for eternity? I love to be in community and observe as I stay separate, finally knowing who I am and what I have really done. The pelicans of Northern Minnesota beg me to visit Duluth Zoo one more time this week. I delegate KING PELICAN to go for me. I must stay in this duck blind until I shoot the last arrogant pheasant on Earth.