Upon A Terrace

Upon a terrace
the green and blue streamline flow
ash colored birds beneath blankets of cloud
smooth breezes through my dark hair
and we sit together, hand in hand
leg over leg
arm through arm
eyes locked to eyes
and the breeze thickens
drops a dead weight upon me
upon a terrace

And the sky blinks before a scar emerges
the green and blue streamline flow
down to blackness of earth
the vile, the filth
the scum and soot
neither can I see the honest
nor can I see the deceit

Upon a terrace
I sit and think
I sit and drink
for the green and blue streamline flow
to take me down
and drown below

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