She drops a grape on the ground.
With a nimble toss, it's throwen
Colliding with two young lovers.
They promise to never let go
And to touch what has been covered.
The penerate one picks up the grape;
No one dare ask him what is going on
For they might find out they can help.
Tyrant shows up around the corner;
Everyone take thier possitions.
In fear that the fictional acts will come.
And here I sit in the corner with my book.
Seeing all of this and being in this
Something beautiful in the ominous.