Green-Space, Trance State Souls Stream In The Meadows Hearts Fly In The Breeze Against Crimson Mountain Petals And Sweet Blue-Green Crystal Leaves Wings Fly In The Canela Trees Not Here In This Body We’re Among The Honey Bees Hands Behold The Chimney Smoke Strands Of Hair Poured Like Vapors In The Fog Our Feet Are Drenched In Incensed Earth And Copper Colored Carbon Mud.
The Silent Singer 