Imagine darkness liquefied.
Imagine rain. The drip-drop
the splatter of disintegrated-drops
(the plit and platter) on concrete.
the fat blobs of water whizzing through the air
Accelerating, a sob stifled

Imagine that, and kitties and puppies with soft tummies
tumbling from the overcast sky in metaphorical circles
(Don't imagine their demise- Imagine instead,
the taste of mud and scent of grass
permeating the misted air)
Then the unpleasant chill, the muddied boots,
clothes that cling&uncling to the skin/ as you run.

(this is sorrow condensed) the rain in the stomach
collects into puddles (at the bottom pit)
They say (they say) not to stare into the abyss
but puddles are only water accumulated
and gazing in, I see not a pillar
for tears are harmless, sodium chloride

But it's your choice, whether to step
inside and ****
the mirror image