Was it coherent-
That eve of calm irrationality which casually sculpted a world into a pendulum-
Irregular as nature
Fickle as a heart
And it was then
When her hours sifted dry-
When beads of sweat collected down the brim of her nose-
When the air thickened-
When her bones grew short
And the flickering of an eye spoke more profoundly than her words

The eve which
the human character crafted
  proclaimed the loudest

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro