I have many friends.
some red some blue some green.
red friends walk pushing boulders mountains of the ten horizons
crossing over all the bloodshed there will come a cloudless morning
the conch that will greet it, they seek out.
blue friends becoming naked enter the waters of the seven rivers
from the ocean’s womb to the docks of the constellations humans will voyage
the unworldly craft that will ferry them, they go in search of.
and green friends have lost themselves in the yellow forest.