Musical notes unfold the edges of days Colors stitched together Collapsing in symmetrical branches Tilting on sunlit leaves Copper and crimson leaking from the crisp pleats
The world is dancing inside distance Lost between the dusk of life Yesterdays linked to endings Swirling in chocolate cinnamon latte Stripped in honey dreams
Shall I breath in sky fragments Steaming from diamond blood Stained on the fabric of enchantment
You can see dimensional forests Reflecting from Indigo pupils
Curved inside the spiral of a pixilated soul Carved in silver ribs Spinning in fractal clavicles
There is a myth Waiting . . .
Trimmed with tasty figments Pressing itself into a prism
Go on
Touch the pulsing linear of this hive Its alive like breathing braille A tapestry of delicious language