Some people are a trickle, like the last drops of storm rain
Some, a torrent, inescapable
Some dreams are rare,    r
                   a                       n   
                             d
                                  o
                                      m
              glints 
                                                winks
pressured like diamonds.
my Dreams explode. Their boom deafens kills reveals.
My love, a sad staccato, begs for Your legato, the maddening
cCrescendOo of death meeting light meeting undone to be done and undone
again.

A
bandon.