Clouds believe
In the open cracks
Of the earth:
Promises
Of unbinded clasps
Heart indeed
Freaks out
At the eyes of the sky:
Harking back
To the vast horizons
Of feelings
Rioting in its
Grinding matter
Chaotic shatter
But
When our eyes
Meet in a glance
I sink in a sinking matter
Falling
In a ground of clouds
Sliding
In a foggy, sultry world
Where the unbinded clasps
Become
A washing clash
And a birthing mirth
Opens up
Somewhere
Behind the consciuous line