When

When the dragons in the sewers awake,

disturbing a snoring red shimmer,

distantly nearby,

with color that matches eyes,

crawling from a green day,

and into a yellow evening.

Emerged.

That distasteful time,

dwindles in a burgundy corner,

pulsating with reminiscing.

Such a bummer then

and such a blessing now.

Sickly and

special it remains.

That spot on time's speck,

when the air stood still,

and a late-night crow,

sang for redemption.

Redeemed.

When yeast shook bones awake

within their sleepless skin.

When dark blue canyons reigned.

When winters withered nose hairs.

When crystals coated dry lungs,

and dried up any compassion.

Farewell.

Now a sharp, ruthless stream rages forth,

as times of a horrid then,

crawls and curdles,

into,

a mystic when.