Crying an ocean for Frank

Start.
I’ve been thinking ‘bout you
For oh so long now
The sweet life lapped by the sun glistening waves of Sierra Leone
My womb’s waters
Moist
In need of fertilisation so that we may continue
On our excursion to the pyramid
The lost treasures of my heart and yours
The solid base- our foundations
Held in place merely by our illusive thoughts of pink matter
Triangular sloping sides up to the point
The pinnacle
Of our being
Looking down on a world washed with bad religion, nocturnal habits
Lost
Misplaced feeling dividing and developing
Blinded by the white, unknown to the shadow of existence
Pause to think of the words
So much water
End.