It got overloaded,
I thought the MOTHER imploded,
Little golden maze and mine,
Emerald green hubs of information,
World, Wide, WONDERFUL.
Words have power,
not in this hour, or time, or space
For I am the broken ace.
Hermes, MESSENGER, take a note,
It’s time to make these PAGANS float.
Wood, fire, twine, and wind!
Maybe I’m crazy, daizy,
I believe in you.
Taller than boulders, strong bones, undo this cross
Root DOCTOR, give me the cure,
Because this may be just a blur!