An experience

Days back numbered
Now a haze
Crazy days  
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers  
Heavy mists laden  
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that  
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder  
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves  
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests
Gunshots in the distance
Men in rough suits
arrive from the west  
a sunken eye under dark patch  
Catch howling winds  
That dance on graves in a tempest
Giant crabs on a white beach
Demi gods guard mountain tops
Children they teach  
To jump over sharp toothed fish
Salt and fresh water  
eels curled up in a dish
Figures at dark windows
In flickering light they appear
In the night always there  
Numbered back days
Counting memories real
Locked in, forever
though this crazy haze  
makes them unreal