As tears drop, into creamy black abyss – curiosity wanders; what caused ripples so amiss.
Flowing sea salt down the crevasse of neglected mirth. We watched it pool and gather below, into the swampy Black lagoon.
It will be ok – it’s not your fault; society’s changed and let us down – must not you ware the thorny crown. Wipe dry the salt from the crevasse so deep – as there’s plenty of time to morn and weep.