The World Engulfs

In the colorful bushes of Aunt Em's garden there were pixies of many arrays.

Striped to the crevices of their bones,
Whom children claim to own as much as themselves.

In the skies of Eden and the scarred deformities of a jet stream wind,
There was Boy, and then there was Girl.

Moving as it was, in an Oscillation of Perception.
Where one views the other a madman, whilst the other takes the person beside him a friend,
Of innocent intentions.

"I can see that he says what he means"

It was an age of development,
A time of pretty pretend,
A time of small hands building big ideas,
Of playing Doctor in the sandbox of yesteryears.

And then when it all goes into the fire furnace,
And the Oscillation of Perception still plays it's game of life.

Girl looks up at the night sky and thinks that the cobwebs would care to cover the smile she was giving,
To no one.

No one but the stars,
No one but the scrapped knee of a morning dew sky.
Of falling off bicycles,
And, and, and hoping to climb back up trees that were once subjects of chide.
Now enemies of pride.

"Biting just tongues"

And then the Trees Of Fall, there was.
A red, yellow, brown holocaust.
For when the roots were never sick,
For then the greens will grow,
To replace it.
To replace it.

"When a leaf falls from a cherry, who knows, someone might just care about it"

War poetry carved on doorways grown old.

"When All I Wanna See Is The End Of This"

The intoxicating puerility of carelessness sends his regards.