synchronicity

As if love’s immature plasticity bent and changed her,
My eyes would turn to face those mercurial winds,
The breezes of humankind’s awareness of the End,
The singularity of one song’s edgy hook, where all the
Followers of the mayhem along the range of stars circling
A void so vast and a vacuum so empty, you could hear her
Singing the ways to reach him sullen and lamented while
All around the forgotten beaches the rubber bands wound
And wound till the elasticity of tomorrow sings along.

Sallow skin, and her hair, jet black and aimed to hold
An eye for more than a glance, a gentle look is all it took
To pull him nearer, to feel the changes of her face,
To see the metamorphosis inside her.