crying tones with crystal magic
tears. tears drained from an allergic
river that ran violence down
my back and home through my
here and now.
i need paragraphs of her laughs
to complete this salvation story
and a life of masters to
read to when my indigo dies
of thirst.
i started here and will never
end here again.
because you will rain your
beautiful storm and never
leave us again.
