Sky Eudaimonia

The obvious preposterous blue anomaly is hollering a harlequin dance

Its clouds split to splinters, scattered white dunes of sands, cover human plans

Demands of euclidean math, newly written, quickly damned

Strict to restrictiveness of atmospheric pressure, as

God’s hand grabs the Planet

Constricting voices, heads feel smaller, we call it migraines when it rains

From god’s sweaty palm

An unseen force applied to lives who die to try to reach her

Shines the sun a yellow bright to bleach the eyes of lying teachers

It’s nice to finally meet her

When discover the truth never fathomed, no doctrine nor dogma will matter

But that of the sky’s promise eternal

Lingering ever on

When souls look up to wonder

(pray it sinks in)

(pray it makes sense)