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Mom "Don't go outside it's raining" Our great thinkers used to go out in the rain Why must I be contained during such a spectacle? What has changed? Let's see... Mom " You'll get sick" So our faucet dispenses a fluid purer than what freely falls from the clouds? What leaks through our ceiling isn't just a sign to fix our roof Maybe it's trying to drip back into our lives How do I know the rain doesn't miss me? What if the rain longs to sweep down my skin? I won't know Because "common sense" is overshadowing any piece, any connection we have to becoming a TRUE BEING alive Mom "Don't go outside its raining" Child "Okay" I miss you too rain
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Dont go outside in the rain
Mom "Don't go outside it's raining" Our great thinkers used to go out in the rain Why must I be contained during such a spectacle? What has changed? Let's see... Mom " You'll get sick" So our faucet dispenses a fluid purer than what freely falls from the clouds? What leaks through our ceiling isn't just a sign to fix our roof Maybe it's trying to drip back into our lives How do I know the rain doesn't miss me? What if the rain longs to sweep down my skin? I won't know Because "common sense" is overshadowing any piece, any connection we have to becoming a TRUE BEING alive Mom "Don't go outside its raining" Child "Okay" I miss you too rain
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
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