drip.....






drip.....




calling continuously to its bretheren water droplets as they fall from the brim of my hat

what re they calling for
they'll be reunited shortly in the aftermath of evaporation

blink
gratifying rain inscendiary paper ember storm
and what's flooding flows from inside
great gates of stained pearl have been replaced with iron, silver and mahogany


much prettier


witnessing the fire flicker......die....re-light

odds fish

as long as the storm doesnt stop i should be fine
let the non-light of the grey scarred skies be my light
after that let my eyes close in the brush fire lit of vehement silence and slow smell of charred wood from my fire is comforting


broken heart piece in a scattered landscapes of unborn and discarded trusts
who do i keep
or fade from

material conjunction and return air mystics defy my thoughts of reason

let me lie here in the immaterium
i feel safe



even though im alone

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