“Seventh time lucky, dear teen?”
Green is not a primary color? Go figure…
red — orange — yellow — green — blue — indigo — violet
a — b — c — d — e — f — g
1. Feel lucky 2. Get lucky
do re mi fa so la ti
7 x UT x 7
If my belief is colorful and firmly intact,
then it isn’t an ism, but a prism in fact.
But, ah! The Truth, or the little truth, or truths that hold
divine knowledge, invisible and indivisible,
or knot, since the truth cuts both ways, and Infinity
can be divided endlessly, or knot, for it all depends on
your measuring device, and the size and sharpness of your razor.
Loose ends were tied; the message sent,
and I walked on in merriment.
With ruddy arms I build a cairn
that lies a ways past yonder barn.
One piece of gold I have in tow,
my back faced to the winds that blow.
This growing monumental mound
will hide my grief on sacred ground.
A daily prayer, a daily grind,
a rock a day to ease my mind.
“To reach the sky! To find my love!
To live the dream I’m dreaming of!”