My eyes split black wood into one another 

Of flowers between faultless squares 

They’re flexible enough to be enemies of my plots containing ash and historic soil

 I rain green upon sacred mountains 

Betrayed , blank and bland 

Blonde clouds are a mere belief 

A desire

A daydream I only focused forward 

I watch in the buckets filled with trivial planets

A nugatory I valued 

They revolved around us with glee 

And I nosedive into descending stars 

I count the crevices I design 

Passed a hypnosis , an illusion 

Unto my back I awake