There was a world more

To the sway

Of the pastels

On top of each other

As the waves

Splashed their foamy white

Upon the shores

Of the western edge

It was a sight

So deep and true

That I will never forget

Those pastel hues

I was online

When I heard the news

Of the lost

Cat

From a friend

So we grieved

With them

For a moment

As the moment

Passed

The title

Played out

In real time

As the eye

Of the nation

Was occupied with

A fascination

For a title

Handed out

On a Sunday

There must be

Another way

Of seeing the same

Thing

Over and over

So maybe

We need to change

So that we can see

What can happen

With a

New

Perspective

On the thought of random

What happens in vacuum’s

Never plays out

The ways

We believe

That it should

So the most

Random

Element

Of life

Always takes a side

And has a way

Of making the day

New

Another go

Who knows

What the

End

Result

Will be