Your effortless lungs take a chance while you draw in more breath like room, to branch into white air
Awake eyes sharpen your joints' old gold and your neck twists like an earthy stem, soft in the air
the ocean of clear air brushes back its weightless arms for you are its paint
motion and sounds are fresh in color and drip, like the rushing of pine trees in the airiest blue and at dim blue, and your silver breaths each one perfect in the moment above in the sky
the air darkens wide where you've gone clear from colors, after the day washes into night
your heart was the wings ahead of the sky itself, and its the night blue wearing your back now
you are heavy within with breath and the sky opens your lungs and rolls in, because she rolls trees
and her lungs turn to ashes the brown leaves, on grounds that hold the trees in every change in the sky
the folded layers of earth billow out with every new big wind above because it's a sphere, a round bed
you are tossed and turned, you sleep, cry, believe, and exhale

Red fire wakes up at night and curves tall with flowing ends, roaring across the blind sphere
running just past the edges and rims of rivers and trees windows
pushing forward in a plain north, rings of black and light turning to their sides on their arms
black trees open their throat and swallow, and stars burst inside
for stars chase the soul and with great wind kiss the diamonds in the walls, or glow rich brown color
and emerald leaves that make a ringing sound