motherpearled eggs of seagulls

how could you think you wanted one?
as i revue our status as predator-hunted
for the last time
i'm not officially crumbled
i could never see no frock as beautiful as
Rainstorm's eyes
falling on gracious pastures
how could i forget the saddest torment
as if were never meant to be human
turned into something else
for i meant to say we would never see the same things
nor listen to them the same way
for i was deaf in heartened hardness
and you were lost in the tremors of decay
as we kept looking for the motherpearled eggs of seagulls
in dreams shared that were our only common soil
for we kept drifting always apart
oceans and 1001 oceans apart.