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 



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