Deep in the forest 
a snake charmer pipes 
pied piper songs.

He's drunk from licking dew 
off passion flower petals, 
lost in a skydive rush to be alive
mixed with the possibility to die.

There's a pearl at the bottom of a pond 
tangled in hair 
sinking 
deeper 
into 
quicksand. 

Protective coating.
Soul shell hardens. 

There's a heart trapped in a ribbed cage 
of body armor
where a dark knight tortures 
on an island with no see. 

But alas... 

precision tuning gets finer 
under the magnifying glass 
of our embering brain filament,
'till it sets the world ablaze and metamorphs 
like abstract art.
Vivid smack.

Frequency response widens as sky 
swallows a dove.

On the shoreline between conscious and unconscious, 
ameba sculpture summons secrets 
hidden deep in woods to light of day, 
like a resurrection of the dead.

It's a tree singing silence.
A holy siren that no one resists... 

And air chill nips lungs like menthol 
as we approach absolute zero
for the very last time...