As we exhale hopelessness
Helplessness seems to follow. Photosynthesis is to the plant as the plant is to the swallow.
Neurological misconceptions lead to fragmented perceptions.
Inhabitants dancing upon the bitter mountain side.
Swallowers of regret lungs drown with red. In our self produced misery We seem to wallow.
As the sun rises, purple & yellow shadows prance the meadows.
As the sun sets, purple & yellow shadows parade the meadows.