it is the rain
it pitters solemnly
it never fades
it is the rain,
but you are the sun,
and the sun breaks way.
Reflection of the sun in puddles of mud.
there is beauty.

Skin like onion.
Peeled back layer by layer
Chopped by a blade.
Tears form in your eyes,
but.
Don't worry,
They're not real
It's not real.
just onion skin

Crackling skin-goes black.
Shades
You fade, you change.
Crevices-groves
I follow you, I watch you change.
At first I saw streams
Fresh flowing waters
It was sublime.
It dries
Canyons form
and you feel empty.