Along the rutty dusty pavements

spiraling the cerulean-snow

mountain ranges a solemn procession

of corpses drifting in the winds

for the cremation on the

terruvial pinnacle

before the resurrection.

On the terra-firma brittle skeletons

of earthy animals dance sing giggle

mourn celebrating clear ecstasy of death,

of life incandescently.

In the orange-green open spaces above

seraphims bathed in blue light

wings of gleaming gold

eyes of miniature red suns

floating agelessly in search of

definite metaphysical functions.

The generous demiurges

shower holylight water

on the tenacious circular

terrestrial itinerary.

The corpses metamorphose

into rock butterflies ether birds liquid songs

dissolve into the fragile air.

The skeletons metamorphose

into crawling worms coloured snakes with

wings sheer silent rhythms

wriggle into the solid earth

The pinnacle vanishes~

the space is empty

coloured as the void.

The height ceases to be~

Where is the Fall?