Black rain the school's prow catches on the descending sky rending a jagged strip in the dark fabric Indigo patches cascade out of the deepening chasm, towards earthsunk crocodiles Hatches creak, and explode, letting in torrents of ideas on the horizon, the mountains pause for breath, then hurl their bleak thoughts in cries against the oncoming city again and again in the midst of falling streams, it's folly to believe in time.
