The surfaceless night
Well, life fell, and it fell deep from the coffeed banana
It danced, and it gave out a voice of a child on a rainy street
But as the rain dried, it no longer drowned out the voice
For the child was there no more
The murmur of silence revealed its passing
The clouds of a sound beyond the horizons
Burned on eyes made of air
From deep beneath the surfaceless black of the night
