Crash,
like mortar on a pinwheel,
popping blooms off of dandelions
as the evening flares up bright.
A shallow night is
opening up and
repelling our efforts
to fly away,
the urge to stay was shattered
from a blast that came through blue,
i'll take my chances dancing
with a hope
That is entrancing,
This place is false
So there, things must be true.