I saw it, first

burnt fumes of the sun, smolder in couds
Music box sigularity, the birds all at once
chime, A
Meca inaudible to me
The morning deep as fog
inner dark silhouettes, dance the skirts stride
Going some where but somehere in the mind
Trapeze dismout, everythings fine
Rainbows after rain, where are they? That
smiles really a frown, look outside
painted in illusionary colors
No depth, touch and see
The backbone of the world bruised
Bent over in a heave
Up-chucking its sphew

in puddles