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Jan 2012
Before you wake
rain's tongue shivers
behind your eyes

blue as Vishnu
pure water lifts
to wet the leaves above
your sleep

rain in orbit falling when
your dream commands

If you manifest in stone, fine
If all I find is dust I will
still carry you into the
impossible
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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