In
a sky broken down
I
am standing in the rain ---
Lifting
my face to the watering ---
The
water ---
Running
down my face in rivulets ---
Rapid, racing, ridiculous streams
Flow
down my body ---
Purposefully
playing ---
They
soak through to my barest layer
Laying
me naked to their touch ---
Cleansing
me in their passing ---
Thrilling
me with their piercing coldness.
Perhaps
I’ll get sicker --- but in silver streams
Crushed lilies live on.
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