Beneath strata of silt and melancholia

He shambles,ripedal, timeworn

Nike laced upon cartilage

Tralalero Tralala, mnemonic husk

His pupils: vitrified voids

Where thought once coiled like kelp

Now, echoes

He is not predator nor prey

But driftwood in the theater of entropy

Cappucina,ballerina brewed of ether

Gowned in arabesques and sepia foam

They whisper of their union

Of pas de deux through decomposing reefs

She pirouettes on mollusk shells

He watches in palindrome silence

A hymnless witness to her brew-born grace

Love? Perhaps

Or a neurological glitch in his coral-riddled cerebrum

Tralalero Tralala

Chronically misfiring, cerebellum adrift

Soles strike barnacled rhythm

A cadence unseen, unmeasured

Ballerina in vapor and dust

Does she know?

That Bombardiro Crocodilo

Winged reptile of ruin, has cast his gaze?

He arrives not swimming, but shrieking

Bombardiro: aerial saurian, half-fuselage

Half-tooth, all bravado

He drops blossoms forged in napalm

Confesses in cryptograms and sirens

His wooing,blunt, ballistic

She twirls once, perhaps politely

But says nothing

Her silence: a monsoon to both beasts

Inside Tralala’s skull

An obsolete carousel

Playing ossified lullabies in reverse

Memory sloughs like algae

Thoughts coagulate into mossy knots

He stares, not in longing

But in recursive malfunction

His love is not lyrical,it is mechanical

She remains unsolved

Twilight.

Between phosphorescent ruins

They meet him, the walker; the other, the skyborne

Cappucina spins

No words. No winner. No axis

Only a whirlpool

And then, absence

Tralalero Tralala

Still wanders the abysmal ballroom

Shoes squeaking in a tempo no one remembers

Brainrot blooms within his silence

A bouquet of cognitive fungus

Crocodilo soars

Carrying unanswered echoes in his wings

And Cappucina?

She dances in myth now

The waltz unfinished

The steps recursive

The curtain… never called