First
order of the day is to convince
myself
that this one shall be different
than
the one which came before. I give
the
morning birds different names.
Even
though it may not be so, it helps
some,
every little bit does. I tell the
oak,
you will pass as a sycamore today.
And
tomorrow, perhaps, things will
again
change. It matters to me fictitiously,
but
those in the know will never feel the
change.
Therein lies the beauty of the mind.
I
shall secretly rule the world today. My
throne
will go unquestioned. The robin
is
now a crow who leaps from the tree
which
was an oak yesterday, spreads its
wings
and flies away. Tomorrow again,
everything
will change. And who knows,
should
I survive, as emperor I may give
birch
and falcon a try.
Chris
Hanch 4-23-18
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