Finals

A stalking moon comes riding on mount of silver and blue metallic shimmering beckoning shadows colliding with imagined imaginings and impassioned words spoken to look like you rhyming with the glow of lightening dark pale dawns shivering in twilight unmasked as a hollow exchange that bounces from here to there and wonders how the connection grew so weak and unenduring when plastic care became so unassuring and deaf and dumb came crawling droning so enough became too much to hear and flat tone came alive to animate my screen in hurried dutiful replies evenly spaced to reflect time better spent elsewhere.