Velvety Depths

I pass over the hours in the layers blue, Velvety depths and waves of its desire; Regions forgotten bringing me higher, Every motion that comes to and fro through; Middle in the nowhere always some new, Freshly lost strength the air and its choir; Only for the windward molded quagmire, Daughter of the flames soft in her shoe; Earth is my root - its strange naked wheat, Rich with water - a formula for clay, All things devolve like the summer of gold; Life with laughter becomes autumn's lone street, Rotate hue tides into present of gray, Escape broken rain shine - curves to unfold.