a bending force of gravity

I had to watch from falling on a step layered with odd moss but every footprint brought anderson pass the map of thoughts ruins of fortress stone monuments in the slow growing cool cascades of brilliant blue and white showering dreams of awake drilled into the shale moment of high bordering the highest states where the reason coughs a handshake upon clouds of still contemplation I round up the campfire conclusion to be announced with creation a toast of grape color to the host of the branding old mother shape the grand amphitheatre of red quartz like features uniting the moon to uncover the coals in the fire of the sun under a pure understanding somehow somewhere someone sums up the equation with a puff passing all the philosophy to quiet down a bending force of gravity winds calming the mad reaction of what seems to be unseen buried deep like time before the toll of a bridge bordering the golden gates to weep the sounds cry among the tallest trees departing fused colors to fusion a destruction of the distorted mound of burial sacred grounds where the water soaks the sky while falling dry into a cross I had to watch from falling on a step layered with odd moss