click
inhale
sparks are flying
they reign in Hell by
supplying burning sticks,
designed to break,
a temporary fix
no more rain
no more hail
click

In pale blue air
I think of you,
If you were here

Still    /    Again

i'd love a chance
to say some words
to make you leave
and don't ******* come back.

with the sea all around us
water wont calm
waves will be made
through all of us.

no shallow need
can be filled by a storm
cities will break
the waves
that we make

with the surface above us
movement unfelt
floating can't hurt
not waves that were made