Branches

Waiting for theBranches
Breaks
In the Pressure
To Subside
Feels Like a
Raging Sunset
Plunging
Into The Underwater
Acropolis
Of Opaline
Mermaids
So that I
Can Come
Alive
In the Reveries
Running
Through My Veins
That are Parched
Like The Branches
In the African Sahara
Vicissitudes
Subtly
Eclipse the
Patterns
Before Me
Chromatic Serpents
Spill Into the
Nocturnal Days to
Reminisce about the
Forgotten
Valleys of Skulls
Geographic Uncertainties
Propel Asymmetrical
Perceptions Into Dove Like
Atrocities
Pandemonium
Drips Like Muddy
WATERS
To the Deathless Earth
Only to Rain Back
Into My Breath
Like Gossamer Silk