Tecumseh Skies

Tecumseh skies
I get lost in them, sunrise to sunsets
I crane my neck atop of my spinal column, my flesh stacking like a stack of pancakes
As my eyes soar the vertical limits, dazed in awe
Hypnotized by the littering of oil pastels across the skyline
Streaks painting the atmosphere a collage of colors
As if God has a canvass of infinite textures swiping freely in some cosmic design I’m unaware of
Beauty in its randomness
Magenta, navy blue, sky blue, flamingo pink, reddish orange with specks of yellow and gold..
[intercom]
Head back to your unit Wardlow
Reverie snapped
Quickly swallowed back into the mouth of hell
It’s teeth gnashing at my worn black boots
My body, once weightless, now heavy, feeling every push of gravity towards the stained grey concrete
I reluctantly begin to walk
I pass dead green grass, dirty grey fencing, and a morbid tan khaki colored clothing
A color some will go to their graves in
Until tomorrow
Tecumseh skies