Captured Bird flew to the crowsnest

Beneath the watchtower he lay there
heavenly breathing, the earth blue.
The fallen pearls in the dirt,
the ground red and broken.
The birds flew from his captured mouth
to the heartland in his dream.
Flamingo's in flames to the depths of the northern fields of ice.

The observer lost in the pink bowl of the world wide web,
the hubble-bubble dance on the cocaine vulcano