I see you falling through the purple air eyes bulging teeth showing like a blind, hungry tiger without a sun to guide without a son to follow without day or night to know the alligators on the black river in the jungle where the russet snakes wrap themselves around your mind squeezing seeds from it
I see you falling from the emerald tree, first clinging sanguinely then giving in to wind and gravity, toppling dropping like ripe fruit splitting open spilling your tawny seeds sharing your succulent flesh, flesh which feeds succeeding trees, trees where you can
sit to watch the tiger and the alligator struggle struggle for a place to be before they fall through the purple air air that forces out the seeds seeds spewed on the green granite mountain under the sizzling saffron sun.