can't -concentrate.

A metallic butterfly in two fragments,
to a island, to the glowing island,
scream of the deformities, it's strange... they change...
...change into a beautiful crescent moon,
overshadowing the sea,
 and a river to the moon.

Cover the face,
with shell sounds,
and breaking limbs.

Commentary heard in cemetery
bury your secrets in a hole,
with gold, jewels, and eye lids.

Does it matter?

Which rainbow road to travel upon...
I walk on the rusted pavement, the crusted..
bitter earth, salty acid earth,
water is drenched, a dark alley drained.

The sand in the mirrors, the mirrors in the sand,
water in the sand, but sand reflected in the water,
see your face, face the sound of the wailing wind,
the wailing voices in the walls.