Her attractive pain pure from above reviving my wavelets quelling the algae explosion that has made sluggish my wavelets her attractive pain my love gene's dust storm driven dormancy ending like the spring monsoons the fine china finger cymbal crinkling of her eyes in thought dispels all spirit cares a peace beyond wooing through the intercession of her attractive pain. Get back precipice disappearing underfoot the rushing torrents of fantasy encounters too cinematic for words have arrived time to take cover in the sands of the high water capillary canyons where tendrils of thousand-tongued succulents thrust ten thousand thorns.