Cares too much, and
cares not. How to find
an end to all these little things
red, overwrought and these
and these, and these and these
things. Knowing the ring you
beared, the fey jewelry and
the tickets and train
and the somewhere else
thats worth going to.
Locking eyes, and the sheet rains
as if from some film rain
machine, but isn't.
Is not replicated, but
comes from the sky and goes.
