A Ridley Scott dream of Ripley and her crew. You can scream, but no one can hear you.

It's the glitter of effort, the salty badge of toil, whispering secrets of exertion on your skin's stage.

Nature's Rorschach, Pages flap, Indelible print, Incredible nap!

Beach and desert sands: do this to search. It fits in hand. It also divides strands: from roots they’re swept with teeth that span. With cuts, it’s in demand. A greasers friend and slick back plan.

In autumn’s heart, a gem so bright, like cider’s glow in candlelight. It’s not an apple, nor a pear, but shines with warmth beyond compare. I may be blue so that's not fair.