Inundating the drought to sod,
The red sand mixed with sang froid
Oh, the rattling fix that the clay bore
Was all dethawed.
Breaking down the being so vulnerable yet pure.
Who would undo those strands for her now?
Tenacious they are.
But that elysian beauty she marred.
Filling in the gaps between those fingers
The flashes you hindered.
But staring in the dark
How could one decipher that brilliant mark?
That little yes and that little no
Oh, it was the story told by him so.
The politics of the free space,
Filled in with that purple haze.
Black then white then colours with black and white
Flip! Flip! Flip!
Through the galaxy so sublime and deep
She jaunted.
The planet soon will be hit by the meteorite
Yet she felt no contrite.
Yes, the planet she once owned
Will forever be haunted.
Yes,the carapace saved her the scars.
But the planet still charred.
And who knew the flashes will burn her insides
If she ever fell apart.
Shriveling to nihility,
It was her Janus heart.
