To all the chase,
I reprimand another taste
Once we caught each other in a race,
the probability was just frail.

Seeking through the shadows
and vague silhouettes
That undermine our hostile faces
Leaks the doomed, fancy cases

Coincidence knocks us all over
Torching us to open mild covers
Yet I break the slightest rules-
thus, my windows see you through.

If only my photographic memory
recreates a genuine picturesque,
I’ll entail the silly curves of your image
And carve it on a narra tree.