Air... The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove.

Confusion...

Is my heart
your heart ?

Who is mirroring my thoughts ?
Who lends me this un-rooted passion ?

Why are my clothes changing colour ?
Everything is a crossroads !
Why does this slime look so starry ?

Brother, are you you or am I I ?
And these cold hands, are they his ?
Or ?

I see myself in sunsets &
a swarm of people wanders through
my heart.

On the Beach...