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GOD among us, as Hyperion

throned above the high echelon

of "so pray tell me

who are you?"

forever tangled in perimeter blue? or

an off-white pixel in shadow hue? or

a spectrum Man trapped in a prism cell? or

a portrait pieced into a rubric cube?

there is science and agenda

for all cyans and magentas

but in the end,

please:

don't include me in your elevator scheme

I'd rather stand my ground and florid dream

on the cliffs of Minnewaska,

or some forgotten migrant trail

or on the towpaths along foothills

that once passed ships by sail

and I will eat my plums in the garden

and beat my drums in the far den

and if this isn't normal

then who?