Sopped in sandy soot and stewed
With sweetness of the sky
But who knows why
It rains it by as anyone can tell
So clean and rudiment
But how do i tell?
I perch a peace
It is dry
While out there...
Out there is sped
It rains it speed with tropical reasonings
Puncturing me outside
But holding me by passage
Thin as the simmering of an aurora
That touches down the pavement inches--no.
Immanence away
It rains it warm as velvet indigo
And runs me through even though i'm cold
For feeling warm as this night unfolds
For feeling close with no rewards