Staring out into naked abyss,
optics wander in twilight’s wonder,
stardust gleaning sacred bliss,
vision listens to silent thunder.

The universal rains lash down;
they make vast waterfalls among the heavens.

Open tear ducts; eternal, splashing down,
closed lids crashing…
down, still, always...

Catch; fifteen.
Then, adding seven.

The black cascade envelops all it touches,
no matter the presentation,
the make-up plumes from scarlet brushes,...