the wind started cheating.
You know you're dead scared for venturing, and the line's not hard to cross in its blurring insanity of colourless flurry.
But the lack of spaces for breathing got blurry from the opulent heaving, and the wind started cheating.
Your loss, you feel, bundles against the sight of trees that grow-.
The mention of nature compels betrayal of a kind that leaps from world to world,
the one you straddle to breathe from the lack of spaces in sanity.
One pause for a word to yield, to soar, to comprehend, to remain-.
Out of the burning bush He destroyed to salvage your pain-.
He is the sole rest and refreshing.