When the coral fairie rides her unicorn in time to catch rare drops of dinosaurs crying to flood oceans raising our streams, I'll see that true love of mine dying again and again. Till then I'll hear his tears flailing "when?" and "when?"
Bitter shells assail us in pieces of sand breaking like tectonic plates from the sea onto the land. Our toes loose their footing. We skate from underhand hells bursting in trails telling in tremors of pasts beyond conformed sound.
We are left screaming the dreams of a fool.