The dice rolled out spilling life into her hands
A constant presence, changing temperature
His hand found one truth; gravity is overrated
His hand found one truth; gravity is overrated
Invisible clouds covered the stars
Her love was an open sky, His loathing a bridge
Her love was an open sky, His loathing a bridge
Splintering,
soft shards of sea-soaked wood
Where
the real becomes a series of moving images
That
give light and love with fists full of fire
