Insect

See-through wings, past waving grasses

seeking out red lips -

Paper-folded rose surpasses

those narcotic trips…

Orchard-legged, heavy-handed

I control all movement,

as my day has not yet ended

I see an improvement.

Roots, connections and foundation

are seducing me

to the wonders of creation

often hard to see.

Aerobatics and then tumbling

through those pale perspectives,

until bird-eye views make gambling

treasure hunt collectives.

Am I dreaming, am I falling?

Everything is still, unknots…

No leftovers, I keep sprawling

my enchanted sky-blue thoughts…