Hold onto the optionals.

She hides her fishes within patterns of opaque wishes
had talked about the high rise of the sea and his tidals
around noon time last tune
always tried to cover her tattoos with bleach
i who am i to her gentle broken stream of tears

she said "why does time move so quickly?!"
to her question reason smiles smirkly
by the time she is faced with her curls
and the words her lips swirl
it would be too late for the crumbling worlds
to glue their bottoms back for safety

at that exact moment the worlds would have escaped me
though they always find a way to speak before me
while she waits by the gladly brings of the breeze
the gate watchers call her a tease
but for i like the idea that she do what she please


with all her textures and exclamations
she offered me a simple retaliations
marked between courteous quotations
in the whole context she knows how to bring the moon on his knees
and summons the northern parabolas for capturing a breathing idea
to sustain her means

with all that and a strong light of these i looked pale under her dreams
when i look around I'll see the loons making circles with their spoons
the mad would be talked into the pursue of a career as a croon
on the national front of the fleeting floations
that seem to be gathering a noticeable amount of nations

she burns all lamentation with fire
she radiates higher forms and superior power
as she mourns for the death of a salesman
cause is her effective dire
i will stop now before the arms of the hour
points at me and shout "PACIFIER"
the hour is always at a rush these days

since i and her met its been a cruel tickling pressing inspire
so serious as to be at a point of crisis or necessary to resolve a crisis
i happen to have a bountiful shot of dare
thanks to the desperate measure of straits
by now i hope she realize this
that the legal leisure of words doesn't serve my purpose
at least it always suggests it.