through this illuminated forest the falling sun spreads in stick-like rainbows. a heavy earth lies in its sighs. we witness an emerald pyramid, leaves bent by the wind and lit by the rays. veins coloured in light. bark spreading to meet the sky. branches entwine to force the sun back. the streams keep flowing. earth resonates in the delicate fashioning of spring. dead moss becomes textured silk. pebbles: rubies, the streams- an over-exposed cascade of brightness, deep grass blends into backgrounds. guttural winds hush and drop. the lakes are pristine with their mirrors. every move of every branch throws new light and new shadows across our faces.
we remain aligned between the constellations. the threshold of your mouth becomes apollo's bow. dream sequences unravel while the fading illuminessence parts our dreams.
with these visions we hold on till night. and cast them upon the void of colour that is born.
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