sun spell

the city grows from marsh ground beneath my feet. I leave trails on the pavement.

the forrest nymph wraps herself in clean sheets, she can’t breathe and she screams of relief
until plastic structures vibrate and collapse
in perfect squares of chaos.

I pass blocks of cracked sand and glass crystals, mountain towers and halls of moss.

unclear lanterns in the sky, disguised by fog or smoke from the fire eyes of
absentminded girls
outside red painted bars,

all waiting for the final fall.