oh i wish you could see her
day dreaming under
crystal sky blue weaving
ether with the earth through
day and through night
fighting only with the waking moment
should it ever change
from drab old dragging
around one after another;
much like a flower
growing through cracks
not coveting the colors it lacks
knowing all roots lie dark cold beneath
it all there lives another world
not for the sight
not for the righteous
where the only thing you can see
is the slither of nightshade forests
and there, my dear friend-
lives everyone you’ve ever known.