branches brew blazing flowers
under the yellow-spinning sun

y o u a r e everycrowdedplace

"I don't know how you do it"* man sighed.
"Do what?" pondered nature.

"All this," said man,
"you're kind whilst being cruel
breathing life upon some and inhaling it from others
you're tranquil yet hide a sea of storms inside your chest
you're a contradiction,
with no end to it;"

Nature smiled, knowing eyes gazing upon mankind.

*"A contradiction I may be
in your eyes, yet-
I'm neither kind nor cruel;
Neither benignant nor malevolent.

I simply am.

Then again, she breathed,
What you see in yourself, in your kind;
is what you reflect upon me."

I travelled "To the heart of the Sun" with Pink Floyd
"set the controls"
and tripped around my mind while listening to the music of a dead man, who had lost his own mind on the way. Syd Barrett.