It is dangerous (any night)
to mull too long on the inevitable song
of a raindrop's pallid flight.
By opening up to the minute flicker
of passion coursing in a tear.
As concrete growing wearily darker
damper, distance disappear.
Downwards and split on the earth
reflections of a watery star.

I have never truly been hungry.
and never fought for food.
Never in a state of ecstasy,
at last have I... chewed.
But I have loved
as one who has been alone.
Clung to the eye of a failing hope,
built my house in a hurricane.
I blame the rain - I cannot sleep.

I spent too long on the tiny things
that did not care, I cannot sleep.