Hands like trees grow from the ground.
Fingertips reach for the sparkling heart of the sky.
The stars have vanished from the night,
each one replaced with a perpetually winking eye.
The mouth of the cave has bright red lips
that part to reveal yellow pointed teeth.
Its raspy whisper invites you inside
to explore the obsidian world beneath.
A flight of ruby plumed birds
and crystal-winged butterflies
ride a gale of light purple wind
and swirl into the green-speckled sky.
The sun has disappeared forever.
There is no morning or afternoon,
nothing but the glimmering eyes in the fire opal sky
and the glow of the Buddha-faced moon. - Jeff Barnes
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