there, the incoherent fall
of a dream through fluffly shades of grey.
a single touch of textured hope
mechanically dropped,chemically framed.

and here, trickling down to anguished lips,
the damned of the soul, the eyes' betrayer.
a validation of misery or a reflection
of paradise. an overflow, an awareness.

as acidic precipitation of the gods
abandon heaven and spiral down
to meet the mirrored flow of sorrow
breaking, binding into the microscopic
dance of tears and rain.
becoming the mellow euphorias
of emerald dreams.

a love affair of god and muse,
trailing down the mountainsides.
the evidence that alone and together
could stand side by side, holding hands.
it has been carved on stone upon stone.

An incorporeal mixture on a pale
canvass, a drop of anatomy and
another of the celestial.
washing each other of earthy stains.
Looking through kaleidescopic eyes,
an inkling of naivety and an
obvious mark of frailty.
there's a black
velvet curtain even behind it all.

bolting down the irrelevant mona lisa
smirk with its trail of salty heaven,
amplifying the alpha omega lullaby
to the dance of rain and tears.

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