Pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity.

Stand still for not a single second.

Shimmer and wave, destroy your home.

Stand still for not a single second.

In beauty lies compensation,

Sharpening his bundle of sticks into arrows laced with impulse.

A skim over cupid's diary sickened by each entry.

Ink to blood, paper to flesh

and I am suspended in mid-air, frozen by intuition.

Pelt and chime.

Well rehearsed chaos gives me something to hum to.