Be weather, stone cold they do not see that the streets shine beautifully,
that they themselves are walking on stars flowing through a heart's dark
chambers and the enigma of a bifurcated hominid mind.

Spring's yellow eye glared down onto mountaintops melting horizons
of snow, tons of mud sliding down, choking Gaia, whose "green mind
made the world around her green," flooding the route on which,
thinking he's in a lifeboat Man is paddling across the shoreless
River Styx.