It's raining again.

The sky has opened
her abyssal mouth,
pried open her
sea-foam lips to
spill her song

I've been running
laps across
the puddled streets
the autumn streets
the dimly lamplit
ocean streets,
the wolf-run
alleys and
their
scars

How far must I
run
before I find an
answer to the
questions
that sting
the sea
my mind
and
how many rains
will it take
before I'm too
cold and
soaked to
hold up my tireless
mind who
will not rest its
paddling and's
plagued by thoughts
of you and
who I'm supposed
to be

It's raining again
undersea