Harsh rain against pavements.

Almost holographic, blistering.

Like the terrorized Atlantic.

Steady darkness filled with melancholy suns,

Fades to bushed static.

As I furrow --
Of the heartbeat I cannot fathom to catch.

Sweet mouthfuls of berries — hooks, 
shadows.

Something —

Melts in the walls.

And I, 

I am the arrow.