walk like a plant photosynthesize substances Subconsciousness I produce bubbles Breath bubbles I see bubbles and I expect bubbles the system playback needs waiting of rain and lightning Sweet winds caress the belly Biconic wheels fluctuate in the cromagnon pont d'arc out of the bubble everything shines and precogniza seconds longer than usual I breathe the forest straw noble stones and Photosynthesis Artemisia introduced me to hunting the forest needed evolution we dreamed of the pyramidion that night but we weren't sure what it was like the smell of myrtle we called him with a knowing smile and rosemary was ecstasy of reproduction ... but a noise like of didgeridoo it hit the ground ... I took my step east leaves crackled at my back there were not butterflies and ravens there were not butterflies and ravens