Let us go down to the cliffs

Where the ocean beats and foams against

The buttress of rocks
And let us hop among the stones
And peer between the cracks
And examine the desolate dreams of adolescence
Which fade against time
We can sit beneath the over-arching tree.
As the sun sets with a green death-howl
Lenses will open and shutter at breakneck speeds
To capture the freshly fading memory
And in the starling complexion of night
As words ebb and flow between us
And fade into meaninglessness and void
We will attempt to express the expressionless