Saturday, February 11, 2017

Tin roof rusted

Its raining
Subdued drip dropped
You are not here
possibly never were
When thought takes me back
Sure is something that escapes me
Lines bled intentional
in order of
arcing plots
left alone forgot
wet falls
discarded
filling a space enveloped
This was always your favorite
when if became it
wrapping the cleansing shower over I
Beneath atop of you
Cosmic cleansing
baptized soul
Falls like everything
Percussion across
from above
for below

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