Spring Shower
Each dawn a savage republic grows here it upholds lopsided values smoke will fill up the dimmed, desolate chambers until our dreams are fickle and speckled Perhaps a spring shower will remedy the youths take them to the creeks of Idyllwild cloaked beneath sundress' fluttering ruffles they will finally heal all their ails It wasn't a matter of realism or romanticism the truth becomes distorted, artificial in both lights thus singularity adopts plurality and in its act, loses purity