The stars stopped glowing
Yet the sea keeps roaring
“Piss off!” Said the man by the shore
“You’ll never know what the silence is for.”
For the lingering sands over the sea washed floor.
For the lonelies, for them all, for the flowers on the wall.
“Piss off!” Whispered back from the wind.
“Piss off… piss… off…”
Had played a game with C.C. We each orchestrated a line, one by one, then we made up a poem.
This is our first one, and there should be many others in the near future.