Written at sunrise in Mexico.

In the whiplash of the horizon roars the suns silent rays,

In tandem with the lion roaring below ripples,

In shock webbing out caressing in crystal light

Morning

Written morning after camping near the forest.

Rippling waves screaming from within 

Black tsunamis roaring sky high,

Rolling rocks rumbling black and brown 

Chaotic horizons whirling round the eye.

Scream, scream, scream.