an abandoned swing on a cliff is still swinging like a pendulum,
but coming to a squeaky still end.
it gives way to cricket sirens that were always there
but sounding more than ever like they’re planning an attack.
the sky is bruised purples and blues
and the water below the cliff is being stabbed by moon reflection daggers.
i wanna start a movie this way.
i just need a plot, video camera, and some characters.
the first scene will fade in and out to this song.