Dudaim, they're Biblical:
‘Violets' or ‘Mandrakes'.
there are crystals coming out of the sky
the same shape as honeycomb
there's an electro-trance band playing
My mother smooths and braids my hair again,
dropping to her knees so she can be at my height
And I'm dressed as a bird, with 6 feathers stuck to my top
And my sister is dressed as a poodle
Ice ribbons around icebergs: a calendar to date it with
and split clouds of cumulonimbus
Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
and the international telephonic corridors
Shall I measure you with candela?
or by the light of a nova?
or by the horse speed of a Furioso-North-Star
over and over?
They're burning sugar cane
fields of crackle and snap
destroying to preserve.
Brush stroke paint turns into Chinese Boat sails - so bold and noble, what are you trading? Jade?
which makes me wonder - I will trade you the piece of paper that I found written in a foreign pen. The day after. It's yours if you let me search for his eyes.
which are blue like the mist - Cover my body with it, I will wait by the shore in my dress, I want to be ready
which reminds me of the water - everywhere is the ocean, do whole cities have to drown while I still wait.
feel in the breeze where you are
calling to me loudly alone in a field
searching through thin alleyways
giving up and spinning around until collapsing from dizziness
I'm going wild ballooning for my birthday
the sky is going to play with my hair
yes, you can sky-dive if you must
but ballooning is the kicker