By W. PARKER LUITWIELER
Hello blue and orange
looking down on me
Only able to see
The form of thee
With no eyes to judge
And no hands to grope
Looking up at the sky
I desire more than hope
With a tooth in grin
It’ll come to me
I hope to see
Who I will be
In the end will we meet?
Am I more than meat
To those above
Looking down on me?
