Once the causality came raining down and the differences were known like how actions are irretrievable ten tons of actuality
Weighed upon me. It happened one rainy day under a tin roof with leaks that sent drops on my cheeks like tears. I looked out through foggy lensed reality and supposed this was it. Truth.
****. Truth was foggy.
Reality was a dream.
All I'd known sensed felt believed
Could it be just visions of fairy dust cauldrons boiling mystique
Imaginations  false realisms?
Was all my life like the waves of heat on pavement waving. And had my time been spent
Hastily?
As the rain found ways through the tin My
senses  returned
Briefly
Still uncertain
I looked out from
The roof
And the rains chatter
To find
A rainbow
On the far side the long field
Of wheat
Glowing
High above the pine  grove
East of there and here and now and then
I lost it
Crying
I'll never know the answers
But I've
Come close