Dirty Bit
That's him, officer
This made me think of Where The Wild Things Are.
two eyes get lost in the forest.
Crystal flowers, images slip,
among the trunks of the trees.
Visions appear from the ground,
shades without roots, but still exist.
Strange animals, an eternal vital chain.
Monsters pre-historic,
a level of unearthly power, but still…
Everything flows.
Like some kind of a magic scar.
Everything gets harmonized,
with the movement of light.
One with the forest.
Quick move of images,
impossible to stay untouched.
Material follows the equilibrium.
Quickly release thy earthly flesh.
I’m one with the forest!
I’m one with the beast!”