I saw the sunset drop through the red
Skies mark the end of day
Another tick off the clock
OK, be that way
I heard the owl give up my name
What the hell why does he call my name
Does he portend some fate for me?
What’s his course, what’s his game?
The disassembled here and now
Ventures forth I know not how
Chilly as a blanket wet
Comfort owned not here not yet
Magnitude dust of star
Whose to say what we are?
I suppose we are the same
Of everyone who played the game
Sunset red drops through the night
Angels kiss the dwindling light
I saw creatures left and right
Holding forth in delight
I didn’t think this piece would rhyme
It was not my paradigm
It held together through the thread
Of the sky revealed sunset red
Bad Randall 