Outside the Perfection, Into the Yellow

I imagine being insane, inside white walls with no glow, but the resolution of minced cocaine smeared all over their stances- the ill brightness of a dentist's office that cuts off wind from the sky and the sky itself. A sour smell, glass door...raw and white, so white... Outside Spring has conquered all with poking poppies and lavender bushes that blot a naked blue background. The hummingbird with his velocity and the season of babies. A sun that winces at me in its natural light. Immortality melts in my mouth like sugar, as I ride the day slow with the sun to my west. Two magnolia trees and a mimosa- this is what I savor before the ivory bulbs shined up the cap of my head; I just had a colorful cat nap.