Nature Surrounds

I see them as they bloom
and pass by me in the spring.
Inside my eyes is their disguise of green,
drooping arms.
Corrupt the street with fallen limbs  
and easy stretching
of weak roots underneath our cement.
We are all hell-bent  
on this time spent and its motion
relentlessly making us fear that we've wasted it.
Pouring cement into streets,  
making the trees push forcefully
and changing more in seconds  
than humans can dream
by minutes.
As canopies spiral upwards
I ride in between the spruce cathedral  
with my face turned upwards.
Standing like a praying mantis,
I see how it is all connected.
Small animals mimick our society,
only to eat pieces of burgers out of storm drains.
My hands are wet on the handlebars,
inside I scream and howl against  
each stretching of the new moon.
Branded thoughts of velocity  
memorized secretly.
Optimistic and free,  
the dream lives inside of me.
The dream is you
you are its audience and its author.
You are not the victim of crazy images
which muddle your head
but instead
the creator.
When the bird of prey swoops down upon you,
that is the moment
of your challenge.
Like a toilet overflowing
or a space that is too dark to see
with a fire breathing dragon.
The cave revealing paintings in the waking life with the
dragon growing into a tree.
I see them as they grow and pass by me
in the spring.
Unfolding the terror before my eyes.
As overflowing toilets become candy dispensers,
and birds of prey turned to twinkies
fall from the cream explosions in the sky.
Bringing the waking world into the dream
and vice versa, in great danger of failing,
with no weapons against sleep.
There is nothing more slippery than a dream.
Falling from pinched clouds that turn to whisps
to collapse into oblivion,  
laying next to the still waters of sleep.
Lifting the veil of consciousness,
sword like.