On the Broken Wing of the Soothing Wind

n she drew me into the deepest layer of earth,the molten lava hallowing me but not touching i was being a sinful saint the empty poles in the open sky smiled at the closed force of an unborn tomorrow the scent of the unborn flower engulfed the mouth, delicate drops of the magic potion dripped through the divine mouth dehydrated devoid of strength in a trans in a delirium i non existed the yellow slant of the squinting sun silently swallowed the remnants of the night red roads ascended to sky n bliss spilled down the stream sweet mountain nymphs danced my soul soared to the realms unknown liberating the conscious from deep within like a small fly on the broken wing of the soothing wind