Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green;
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..
