Paths amongst the mire
The sight ingested is the knowing of winged views*
Divergence of realities manifest
Where flowers stems are translucent*
Mingling with the high and low
Forms like shadows standing before lights truth
The balancing of the final act amongst the play of plays*
Branches arcing the rooted origins*
Winds shift the throw of times space calling you slowly up.....
Bubbles within a spherical blend of illusion.