The Waterfall

If I were a color I'd be two blacks hidden in one giant ruby sunset at 6 pm.

I'd find the toughest sea shore out there and hit it with all my might.

I wanna go there and not recover the massive stroke.

I wanna feel the dent of that gush in my sideways to remind me of what it's like to lose myself completely to a stubborn wave.

Mark a dirt, Niagara..

Let me measure the crumble of every twirl.

Let me watch you soothe the rocks, bend the lifeless weeds.

I've set foot to where they throw dreams at the bottom of blessed-by-saints wells .. haven't got a water as pure as your tears.

Haven't got a water as pure as your tears.