sepia haze at 6am we went up in a hot air balloon shhh...listen. can you hear that?

the sounds of stranger's lucid dreams soft and silky as though whispered across a lake articulate and tender we swim through the sky time to wake up, open your eyes a cloud kisses your cheek as we rise my hands, clammy from a cooled off sky

we float down into the crevasse monuments greet us -

"good morning, we've been patiently waiting for centuries. we're ash and lava that once held churches once held wine, once held societies"

sepia turns bright blue as we climb out of the crevasse back into the sky the fields perched atop the monument stones a strange vantage point, a cadaver of the earth

time to come back down apricot groves erupt from the ground to greet us

nectarous constellations

I leap out of the basket and into the clutches of a silky orb plucked off the tree my teeth seep into the floral fuzzy skin into the juicy flesh, and can taste

the sun

the morning dew chill

the impossibility

that nature can hold a glass of the most beautiful nectar in a vessel at once ordinary and opulent

sepia haze at 6am we went and I can still taste it.