of rain and one space of fire.
in truth we are keys waiting
to tell our story of a musical
death and an air-born star.
dark green lanterns forbid me
once again and blue corpse
pessimism collides with her tangled
fairy dusted hair.
she came down a rainbow
and climbed up our
diluted retirement
plans.
when have i ever waited this long.
it will be a never
today.
