The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow Despite the Rain

chariot of outreach, i do a moderate dance in the form of a stomp on your existence as i gallop into the wide unknown of your most feeble pleasure, i recall a windy dawn in which you howled my name when i chose not to respond, you took it upon yourself to throw a blizzard party in the sauna i the decided to dispose the **** seepage of your misnamed moniker of a love unconditional the windchimes catching the aggressive blows of the deluge defy the reasonable rudiments of rhythm as a result, i become silly putty in my own hands, and i blow out the candles knowing now what it will take to etch the purity of love in the eternal emission of time....