Odd and conflicted, it stirred. Dilution, pollution. And I yearn, quietly. All stars, all smiles.

Bear. Maw, claws & everything. A hefty spell. Shake well before use, but I am not able. These tail feathers are undulating, marinating in the minor key.

Basic. First harmonic. And a little harder to care. For I am not in your company.

"Where are you when I need you?"

I have surely met my maker. Our fate is nonexistent, shared nonetheless. I choose you, despite missing Pokeballs. This reality, hanging by thin thread, fades. Musings of the Gods, Hades.

Droplet. Flirtation. Embraced and soaked, it bloomed. Aquatic, adequate, spiriting back. New energies, new channels. It is enough to settle. In the wormhole of elapses, I look forward once more. Hands. Reaching.

Sprung. Young. Wee.