Thy Rain

Cold bitter breath from the planets gullet.
Beating in my face-
Is sharp frantic tappining of the stars dropping tears and I whisper
To seeping ground water,
To be that of anger and strength.
Do not be Soft and carefree.
This feeling is no longer inside,
for it is now hovering,
On the outer structure of my body,
Glowing as if my aura-
Has been given true life.
True death could never feel this...
pleasantly absorbing.
The sun rears its head
Through the powder shapes in the sky
And the day is over and done.
Wish the sun away.
Fall with the rain.
That is life.
This is more.

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