our skeletal youth blows gales from the south
through these soft linen trees
we run in danger sidebyside
in the same moment that we are born
and left to ponder all the pigments that unfold before
us here; where the mountians are swallowed by sky
and as vibrant as life in their old age.
you'll lay me down before i know whats right,
and all this vast earth will fold beneath
our feet and rise, curling in spanish smoke rings
caressing this mountianside
in a chlorophyl dream.

los sueños que vemos son la realidad afuera de nuestros ojos.