Upon An Angle

upon an angle the world turns upside to flash inconsaquential the neghboring clouds that bloom in front of the fire berries that cover the scapes of heaven eternally stretched over unending spaces that tell all tales of life and death unlfinching as an ever birthing example of the creative spirit that seathes and writhes and rests behind breathing and seeing touching sound and the rustle of the birds wing as it creates more wind carrying itself into the feeding sky that never slips for there is no limit but the heart of the drunken sun that will grow fat and burn deeper colours until it dies and shatters into the fires of the universe that breathes like breathing slow and heavey over a cup of coco in times of winter and longing for water in the days of summer that carry us away into the past along the camal routes over the salt flats and sand dunes of mother desert that blossemed adventure and death unto many sons and daughters of the world.