Colorless Green Ideas

This story begins with a storm. The nightmare. Of one I can't seem to form the words to speak the horror Your first vision is of A priest , by the water the nets cold grey eyes And then. The eye of the storm. I can feel it coming. It is in the wind. It is in us. You. And I. We are. Were. Am. Was. Loved. To be in Love. We were in love. Beautiful love. It fades now through tears that begin to lash the sides of the buildings like submachine gunfire out on a lazy tiled afternoon In my memory I am walking towards your home In my memory I worship the ground simply because the ground bore you You know me. I'm the one who wrote. The. Letter. The Very. Specific. Valentine. This storm comes to kill this storm comes to destroy and you and I alone Are Riders You Lithe Alive Me Wise Strong And ride as only a strong ketch triple reef The Storm Siren Dread Camille Teresa Nylce-Prada The Storm Siren Nylce The S.S. Nylce lightn