Quickly came the vision of it, there about the stream did it flit, swimming upon the riotous moon, man emerged to swoon about a dream. Mysteries abandoned virtuous forms,
And then the world started to erupt in flowery branches of me, the earthy wounds salted through, the rustic petals denied their hue, the microscopic cells freed from labor,
I tilled fields under the shadow of Colossus while Kronos fantasized my mind and ripped open seams of the impossible. And when the distant Sun had faded beneath the wafting clouds and escaped