Culmination of several pools ushered into one.
Certain type of breeds…taking a right turn on a left lane.
Booming with laughter…
Providing antics lacking discretion.
Precursors to the winds of change.
Nighttime owls flocking together.
Whilst flying worlds apart.
Such is the penance of pebbles thrown to the airs of the heart.
Mongrels without redemption tags.
Neither a presence that is firm…
Nor…one that sags.
They swarm about willingly and openly.
Disappearing acts upon a riotous crowd.
Living in a transient void.
A scuffle…no impact.
a spoken word we wish to retract.