color chimes

one thousand rain prying eye veins marking the ditch bothered leafy plain set mutual traps into motion sacks full of aromatic spice and herb enhancing some strange collision where the decision slices paragraphs beyond the next leg of a limping bruise the view paused for a choice to choose would it combine for the soaking cloud into a magical fountain of old moss and stone or bend down a chilling fragmented face left to wither the star purple dancing space I had to adjust the second feeling the weary push to soak color chimes in a beautiful mulberry bush