Oh, the Irony

[rowens]

What's ironic? Nothing? Or that the beach dwellers are on vacation somewhere else? A transcendental being pounding its existence on blanketed street dwellers is all right. Maybe they don't like the rain's wet, it's transcendent where the ocean isn't. The beach dwellers anyway. The sun beach dwellers. Why is the rain transcendent? Transcendental Rain, do you like the sound of that and see something in the idea?

A past so sad it comes in gaps. Each rain splash. Toxins, but not toxic, invade our boxes. Sad faces.
Sad faces. Sad faces. Only pain. Invading our minds. Reflecting their sad faces.