Crickets foreboding crystals braking silence,
And ringing in the ears of aliens.
Digitized water waves crashing on imaginary shores.
Dying duck singing Arabic,
Indian drums swaying from one dimension to the next.
Underlying voices telling of dark intensions.
Tiptoeing from one chorus room to the next.
Longing: Holding just beyond the grasp.
Yet rocking closer each time.
Percussion squares deepened by the well of electric sighing.
In the rain creeping towards the goal
The wet hair channeling private waterfalls across her face.
Out from the alley way the assassin emerges invisible
against the storming night.