another empty refrain
another ode to need
more words
draped across her shoulders
to shelter her
from the manic dystopia

that is life

a thousand or more attempts
at explaining the inexplicable
the perfect convergence
of beauty
brilliance
and breath taking wonder
that she should see
every single time
she passes a reflective surface

another failure
a redacted smudge
on the window to her soul
more of the same
lacking
that forever stains his fingers
like ink from the well
of pedantic prose
that wells

inside of him