Your photo seems to match up with an image in my mind,
My heartbeat blasts in the same way volcanos do.
Like a dream I can’t wake up from for to find;
From what I gather birds are flying backwards today-
Still water resilient fish are swimming upside down,
Moving in time with every muscle in my body;
Twitching with rhythm that is strangely cathartic
Though the humming of the earth should bring him joy
Nature makes a way to metaphor
Even our feet can’t tread away from what will be;
Inevitably the wind will take us by the hand
Spinning is the sensation of possessing
Every little thing the planet has to offer.
A pure intent for post arrival is returned
And we are learned only to be what we are limited to be,
For we can only transcend what we know to see.
© GÄ
Poétique 