12 to 3

Unparalleled to any canvas, the water in my eyes encompasses the earth's coffee tinted mid drift 

Below her bosom the skyline's layered latitude carried color like sandy beeches glaring from the reflection of noon sun

Fell madly in love with the way her skies fall, her dark clouds drape over every feature like cloaks that shun radiation

The new God flowed super naturally throw the organized chaos of preordained existence 

I am II and in that statement III lives like I captured my soul in three words

Knowledge and wisdom borns understanding. Peace