[rejoice] I think this is my best yet, would love some feedback.

It rains and thunders outside,
the outside of your steps and mine. Forged in fires of
today tomorrow
and yesterday, struggling to make its motion where there is
none, times so innately timeless that yet make us lech.

Lech so desirous and precious that we all do as we must-
or so they say, we forget. Forget our great lineage
under
the suns of old and matter of all.
Yes sir-ee, this outside is quite the pretty (say prithee) whore.

It lays bare all save a choice few secrets here and there,
haunts of lovers and or delinquents,
leching at its promiscuity and pubes covered fences.
Some in it for the shag, some for heart;
all be-yond(er) boarding for departure.

departure of all normalcy and society, cutting culture as on a word
ending in -ectomy. Cour-ting yang and yin. To reign free and
anarch-y, torched by flames of shadows and puppets becoming
puppeteers.

But my loves, departure isn’t marred with hues of blue and green or
even the soul red. No, it is littered in stars and seas painted over
rainbows by little people

trying hard,

trying really hard,

extra special hard,
for the rest to see the colors

and join them.