Parting the Purple Sea

If the waves the shore stored parted for a new Moses, I'd fissure these hearts composed of stone beneath flash floods blue, bolts incarcerated in your chaos order. Absence makes the fall much stronger, months I hate they undulate transfigure blindness still subtler until my mind goes we're back to the prologue where we first meet, where you smile at me and can't stop laughing, and for the first time in years, I feel hopeful again. I failed to see who hovered above you. Who still does. Friend of a friend. On a moon-clad night I hop on one foot and wear the face of a breakdown. Rain dances are fun! I shriek. But you hate the rain. Soulmates are a cruel lie. Take it from me. Scream out all the water in your lungs. Please let me mop up those tears and be the golden dawn you've always longed for. Etch into my soul the fact of no me no you, give me hell because it's true: welcoming water waves of water think for me my thoughts black out cigarette cancer figure it out ink blood waving by itself Goodbye, I am no longer black waves summertime fades burnout grenades of my arms unfurling green light liquors and ten talons aimed at the offensive son to part the Purple Sea.