Rivers Turned Black

Sea marches swinging
Sand storms wrapped around
decaying villages,  
I once stayed in desolation
switching flanks,
wingless crows
saunter towards non existent planks.
( Pray your dreams away)

Reddish asphyxiated Water Angels
singing blurred rhythmic signals
dismounting lovers into completion,
whole bodies cascaded  
time in a space.
(Heaven sent messages to my phone)

Perfection came and shot resistance away,
imagery unintended becomes beautiful nightmares.