home of mist and spirit
my soul has been dissolved in your fragrance
should your smoke encaged my gilded ribcages
let my lungs get impregnated with froth
and exhale all the narratives and words
as we traverse this pathless path
seeds serenading the sound of tree-hood
as the vines weave themselves
around the palace walls of paradoxes
golems emerging from greeneries
and seasoning the earth with salt
much like an organic recipe
landscape contoured
by seasons skating and dancing
in the melody of rain and heat
