Decapitated head rolls,
along with the rolling earth,
Staining the equator red overnight,
with endless ocean of blood..
Body is the fossil, paralyzed and buried,
over millions of years..
Waiting for the head to erode the soil,
and race to the body,
before the rising sun..
Shape-shifter cloud of salty rain,
drenches itself,
before touching anything else..
Black dye all used up, no more dreams to paint,
though the night stays..
Sunflowers of the mind moves,
following solar of inner space..
Pricking Warmth radiates the orange,
of molten metals,
across the sleeping face..
I slowly woke up to the sun
forming rainbows on my eyelashes,
whiffed by drowsy breeze..
Underneath, waiting for birds to mitigate,
the loneliness of the old leper tree..
My eyes rolled back to look through,
the dry branches and meagre leaves..
As it locked with the eyes of perched vultures,
on the naked deformity...
