Brambles around a cake of pillows
with an imprint of the body that created
and punched through its surroundings
before it fell all the way through the core
to get a costume, body's missile from gardens
with a crown of poisonous leaves and a treehouse mind
building wallpaper on the air that he breathed
into existence; parchment of eyes that have seen
their love in an ocean of poisoned water
burn to rise from the fallen kingdoms
and seed his own on a mushroom
island cloud, the imprint of his endless
sound inside out