Wednesday, 13 March 2019

Rain


Tasting the downpour
nose up in the air
eyes wide open

astart soaring in the storm
unlooking back
drops pelting our visage
gyring cloudwards

Ashen overcast
symmetrised
on leaden rooftops
by mercurial rain

Argent pellicle
kohling our chagrin
ardently, ardently
seeking a silver lightning
so the darkness drops again

Icarused, rusted down
felled into sunyata
galvanised into rain

Irreversible, untraceable
the deluge is nous
we are now whole.
 

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