verdant and stone
tones
dethroned unbeknownst to
truth,
rooted and rifled for
precision-
the kind only chaos
creates,
soiled
and humidified to
surmise
the cyclic eternities
or
as long as can be kept
up
corrupted by its own
sublimation,
transactions need not be
applicable.

breath.  

all bereft and lofty
costing 
only a pittance of
soul, or only the
whole,
for experience.
delirious in the clarity,
longingly, the abyss
staring
so, the shouting breeze
whispers,
a catatonic, cataclysmic 
bliss-
respiration skipped, eclipsed
by
wonder done under
by
the celestial surrounded rock
know
as home.