A field of flowering

Brain stems,

Watered by the pitch black rain

Of empty words

Shared by strangers on the

Passing

Perpendicular streets

Of day-to-day life.

The blooming minds that first see

At midnight,

That everything is not all

Rose petals and

Love ballads coming to life.

That they’ve still got to find

Bodies,

Flesh and blood, with

Skin strong enough to battle

The piercing waves

Of life.