here comes another
song
wringing the sky
dry
dredging
along
the floors
of a shallow soul
shadows
that play
upon the face of night
it cries
peg the holes
in me
and make me whole
i cannot bear
the tears
that rent my being
drain
what i contain
you can see him
facing heaven
awash with rain
he pretends pain
pearls dewing
his dead lashes
salt sting
pool at the corners
his eyes become
seas
the pull
of the lonely moon
tides into waves
a parched shore
crackles into a smile
at the beginnings
of yet another story
“its the rain”
he answers
the questioning wind
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