Heedless of the words
Thrown into the abyss
Like forgotten dreams
Songs wander lost
To the swallowed wind
A shout, a wallowing shriek
The ecstasy drumming to the head
Mouths foaming, ears splitting
Bare feet scraping against the concrete
She wanders along the wakes of nigh
Feeling these imaginary creatures
Seeing what they have done to her
Yet not knowing what else to do
These frights happening to her,
She sometimes have no recollection
Or consciousness meanwhile on blur
Like a lavender wallflower
--or malachite, cerulean, and maroon--
Never let her wander alone,
By herself under the glare of the moon