yelling through pinecones

i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds


soaking imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles


blown through ringbarked
jewelry worn by the roots
of rhinestone rapids


growing in
spider
webs


trying to catch
a flying_fox


there has always
been a silent
soft echoed
beauty


dancing
on the tides
from down under


perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous dustdevils
proper form


forming
Dead-Sea
chiseled respect


healing ones
inner folds


unfolding miracles
tucked away in moonpedicured
moments missing myriad
music marching in eucalyptustars
shining smiles upon licorice
chainlinkisses


in my minds eyes
blackroom sound-proofed
in blacklighted boughs
creating windframed wisdom


seen with the hearts
meshed monocle


revealing purity
into eternaluminum
sliced skies


painting memories
throughout dimensions
of a multi-faceted prism


watched from verandas
of velcro vicidreamt
sand waking up
the sleeper


still nowhere
near you


but closer than we've
ever been