Between the glass and around the birds flew a winded body, falling up rising down circular moons the river reflected as upturned ran the leafs crossing sticks a faint smoke blown in rings those of the tree have told us the time and why - roots. Tumbling arouNd the sky were the animal clouds named by the children as they lay on their backs dizzy from rolling - the first high - deciding on contemplation with a twirling taste in their mouths as if they ate too fast - jelly without the bread - but, the sweetness, it is first, it is last, and they proceed to tumble... And this is a view from below the earth And what we have named has no meaning And just a simple adjustment is needed And the eyes close... purples pine greens and the glass beads mollusk cluster, simply...