cloud-walker, xv

he watches the wind. sleeping chromatic

and kaleidoscope dreams like drunken moon,

purple distortion curling phantasmic

and psychadelic lilac cocoon.

seafoam cinders like copper tea kettles,

he has eyes like wildflowers and seashells;

white calla lilies and pink rose petals

oceans like mint and saturated cells.

thin glass bottles, cedar wine on his lips,

he steps before the Sun King on a high

like Elysium closing fingertips,

pale; he is falling into open sky.

stillness swelling in surrealist cascades,

he sinks; shifting spine, sifting shoulder blades.