arpeggio surprise

such
succulent
trauma
spits
in
the
face
(when the beat is laid quickly the myth is erased)
when the colors bleed slowly
(when the adhesion it takes)
when the bells they ring sweetly
(when the pigs turn to snakes)
such
sacrosanct
sapphires
sparkling
in
the
silver
rain
(when the oil slicks echo visually the pain)
when the electricity flickers
(when the audio is turned down but the symptoms remain)
when the drummer ends the fill with a symbol crash
(when the patterns dissipate away)
such
damned
derivitaves
of
dawning
damsels
(when the tragic gets replaced by the loudest fake)
when less of the same is somehow enough
(when passengers begin to rebel on the plane)
when something just doesn’t fit quite as right as it once did before
(when two complete opposites discover they share a unique trait)
such
nonsense
provides
warmth
to
the
restless.