Rain.
Delicious, Redemptive, Rain.
(southern california, so dry parched cracked it's hunger now satisfied, basic needs of roots, whose roots now swell in the ground, the under-worlds they form flood).
Delicious, Redemptive, Rain.
(southern california, so dry parched cracked it's hunger now satisfied, basic needs of roots, whose roots now swell in the ground, the under-worlds they form flood).
root world
ant world
bird world
conflicting realities unfolding simultaneously.
The candle light flickers, reacts to the wind flowing forth from my window.
Pellets of rain, pillows, plopping, pound,
Cannot place down my brain, cannot make a sound.
gliding, distorted lights on the wet pavement.
the love I feel for you still pumps through me,
I wouldn’t say coursing through my veins
perhaps just seizing me momentarily.
I wonder if you think about me often,
I think of all the silly thoughts that the ego thinks.
Who is the other voice I talk to in my head? The one who tells me I'm not enough? Is my body bound by the promise of another reality? A different planet? How many times has my body been on this earth, and is that why the hills feel so familiar to me when I lay on them?
sublime, amiga
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