1.
Moon multiplied in panes of haunted glass
Renewed in rains long overdue of pink, peach and white.
Fragments floating in turbulent concrete towers
Reducing the million technicolour thoughts to dust.
2.
Blue and white limbs titillating upon destruction
Of the stark grey self succumbing to denegration.
The grandeur is singing as we unlock
The catatonic mistake that we have yet to make.
3.
Destroying what we had known before the field
Caught fire in oceans contained within.
Her single, sulphuric transparencies.
Lie down to rest in remnants of a world refracted in
The artificial sunlight crying hymns of fabrication.
Misplaced curiosity in solitary places,
Where forlorn cubes eat darkness like ghosts
Graciously accepting fruit in exchange for a wandering eon.