Syllables
Syllables pacing like P-Waves swayed in the
Lithium light,
strumming on Quicksilver laughter, lovingly
lashing the
night. Spinning semantics swirled skywards,
startling scampering
stars, as Lyssa leapt Leopard within her, wearing a tsetse fly
mask. Synonyms senselessly searing, sprinkled
with Hydrogen
dreams, tasted the Ready-Meal vacuum of Neverland
freedom again. Sentences pendulum swinging,
struck
like a tearful thud. Cirrus formations
sedated.
The Butterfly effect ceased.
