Our Coat of Many Colors and January 21st

God sees forest,
Fallen Angels see trees.

We are seen as one, alive, dead, dying or living, sitting, standing, we are one in our coat of many colors.

For 8 seconds Barack Obama reminded us of our one coat of many colors    till we remembered it was summer of hypocrisy, so we took off the coat to remind ourselves of the imperfections of our nakedness     scorned blue lacerated red clotting resentment.

And God sees forest,
and Fallen Angels walk among the trees.

Who is right is a cynical comedy of irrelevancies, we chuckle, brows knitted that the seer of forest taught it all came from the wrong of Women anyway.  And January 21st was the anyway.  Our arteries clogged with our Women wronged.  The one coat of many colors shimmering in the prism of honesty without the sophistry of alternative.  That scorn and resentment in its cynical comedy of irrelevancies stitch us one in our one coat of many colors.

And God sees Forest,
And Fallen Angels smelling the lonesomeness, apathetic towards enlightening, walk among trees.

By William Thorpe detained at Red Onion State Prison