Tracks left behind

Crystalline bubbles

Foamy white touched

Velvety black

A stone slashed in two

Throwing the pebble

Shaped as a heart

Dropped to the bottom

Planetarium ripples swayed and died

The picket fence was broken

Fell away and crumbled

Was replaced by the iron bars

Caging her within

The passers-by were stopped

Turned around but could not walk


Stumbled forward and were knocked

To the ground

Tasting white earth

The newsflash blared

Deafened the senses

There were always two sides to a story

Then there is ignorance

Tearing, clutching, blowing things


The earth swallows them together

Spits out the marrow

Till tomorrow

There's always tomorrow

Or today