When I lost my mind to the dandelioned fields,

I felt a certain ease.

I sliced each linen

Of the spiral shell;

Mirrored rocks with recursive fades

Shine as fabled canyons shine

In a scarlet streaking sky;

Electric timbers in the morning

Are attenuated antennae

Twitching with the pulse of the sun;

Bridges lost to time or a door

Find solace in an eye’s embrace.