We came upon the once-turned stone
to find it now as dust...

When it rains, there is smoke. It clutters the...
Fresh plumes issue forth with every incipient...

Dry lips
on the notepad...

Whilst the sun set, it dawned on her
As we lay, two humans, side by side...

A book without point
prose without poignancy...

Oil, dripping,
a sheen of sweat...

~ AN EPICEDIUM ~
Did you not heed to sink or swim...