Tripped and Fell For Everything

its all green. even when everything is gray. it's all growing bountiful inside my fists. they're clenched and bruised. the dirt found in my palm seeds the most perfect flower. with vines soft and brown curving between my fingers, sprout. it's all in bloom right here. it's all rippening before my eyes. with seasons shifting and souls twisting in our hearts. but it is so clear. an air of diamonds. the crystal formations circle my body, and everything is so golden. all floating in the room of peaches. bubbing up, up, up away from here. the night is dripping in from the window and seeping like honey across my knees. so i move.