9.9.17

 

i kissed the rain

and felt the world

fracture like glass.

 

 

what a wonderful place

this can be

when we crown ourselves

servant kings, born royalty

of the subterranean class,

bottom feeders, soul givers

 

 

all we want is to submit

all we want is a sign toward

 

 

the path we lost ages ago

the path erased by inner weather

the path winding us in circles

like thread around a finger.

 

 

i kissed the rain and learned its truth

the world set itself ablaze,

the essence of the sun captured

in the curvature of glass, fractured

split in a million ways

in the four directions

of wind;

 

 

O! what a wonderful place this is

when human beings coexist

in close distance

with their mouths shut

and senses tuned

to the frequency of worlds

 

 

the patter of soft wind

the fissure of glass

the sound of lips touching rain

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Written at 11:30 in the morning, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.