The stars fell and I choked on the smell of vanilla, Like it was stained with cornflower, There were bright blue nights, I gulped cinnamon mixed with soda water, People in the distance looked like ants swarming over sugar cubes, A raven rummaged through a rubbish bag and pulled out a fork, I wanted to sleep in a campanula's arms, I wanted to keep it all together and keep it messy, dramatic --s 150 --ar 4:5 --niji 6