The Lasting ruins a perfect flutter as it beacons from its vortex.
With feelings of breeze vibrating against its own moisture,
looking down and arriving closer to the platter in which
its own verse will play a tune masterfully as the pitches
of an angel that trumpets the chords of a harp
by disgracefully creating an intrusion into its own
unceasing love. It becomes a transcript that will
no longer be a moisture but a helix of reminiscence.