Pull the skin, pull the slats
It's on the way
Hazy on the blunt horizon
Setting us free
Take a deep breath
As the raindrops spill
From the treetops
Down the staircase
Cacophonous on a tin can roof
Blinding in the heat
Binding us unto the wait
A rainbow in the middle of the night
Bodies writhing in the void fast as lighting
Chosen desperation, clenched in fetal-like hands
asthesteamrisesupintotheheavensandtheghostspray
fortheraintofilltheiremptysoulsflittingaboutlikecotton
onthewindupupupagainuntilyoucantseeandallthats
leftistheskinandtheashmixedtogetherinthepuddles
atheendofyourdriveway.
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