" Second driven nature I was always a mad drunken sailor. Once nature is denied, we were whispers over graveyards, operating on every level, more touched by destiny, left you a mess underneath higher poems, you tasted like mystery; and our role was to appreciate the relationship with the dying world you brought into calm waves, and her poems were stranger than I can suppose. Your hot pink mist rose, unrecognizable, and this world mutes the poetry waving through your pure hair, mathematics all in my mind deciding statements in your name.
My eyes become the picture
of life, not the shadow of
my flesh your visible glance
made drip endlessly against
the golden California streets. "

― Brandon Villasenor , Prima Materia (Radiance Hotter than Shade, #1)