Chances Shiny Pokemon

Three hundred two

silver leaves of a tree and still in the forest
coihues

souls hanging from the shadows

light wood children drowned in the cortex
of

myrtle trails in the skin of the lake
blue shadow monsters
fish owners of a cosmogony and rainbow

own voices in the rain

move in the silent breeze of the hills

With fear and with the fingertips
read printed signs

in his long march out of time children