Flotsam Heartbreak

Recognizes foam filter first

That fits in the future

Made of fireworks and thirst,

Decides to keep trying

To keep tapping the shoulders of

Words and cranking out the cry

Of creation, sacrificing itself

Without magic or sin

But with the aid of everything

Becoming more than a lesson,

A brief barrier to our contentment

So the fashioning of fantasy

Ferments in the heat

Of the hefty groupings into speech,

Is abstraction

Is relation

Is a newfound reason to not

Reason for love.