Gaze to the glass,
Descends an ashtray,
Just as it mutates,
A chirping of ice like families, nestled in the acrylic riverside.

Conquer the silhouette,
Formulaic and mundane,
From heir to a lung tight riot,
Dubs a throne of fibers and ash, a coagulated monarch.

In her pursuit,
To predestined heaven,
Connects an ashtray,
Weakens the soles of a nail, strikes the floor.

Strikes the floor.

Strikes the floor.

Strikes the floor.