Desires of a Nation

Flaming tangerine is
all that I see whilst the
earth and its bounty
fly by me.

The day was long, but
the game was short,
as if the rules were
carved into the wall
before I arrived.

Jailhouse eyes,
already wise, lock me
out of their gospel.

I have misplaced
their way, but
perhaps, only for today.

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