Rain fell,
And I went back there.
The far fire lit my sky,
Lit my face,
And I went back there.

Louder rain,
It got louder.
Wanting to hear myself think.
Best not, I think like a ****.
…I am a ****.
Fall harder.

Sky tapestry,
And raindrop paint blots.
I want that art on my skin,
Where can I get that ink?
Inside.

Look at how I answer myself?
I know the answers, hoss,
But I prefer asking.  
So teach me how to articulate,
Life.