Viaducts connect
where we were once wrecked
on rocks that protrude
by the railway.
These cracks are defined
by the precious metals you’ve mined
with my assistance
you can build a glorious tower.
There’s a glory in the bond
of a held hand; respond
to these letters when we’re done
being happy.
Shake away any fear
of the dark atmosphere
that relays the lightening
and thunder.
Vast Imbecility 