Funny how it is.
A bright light, morphing through the clouds
The soft touch of droplets, melting into shingles
The only time you're really able to look.
Wandering along the roads and banding together, they are everywhere at once!
a political movement--libertines, belligerent against the rule of continuous airs
The princely stream that does not love them
Raised into fists, falling to bombard a defenseless floor, the poor baby of collateral
In it there is hope for the cloud
the ground does not mind being wetted again
Halfway around the world the deserts are still empty and warm, where the sands of oceans taste wind
On islands the land is a pinprick between a cloudy sea, it is green and bleeding and drinks in the light
All the baby birds of earth look up into the raining sky, asking for?
And given no answers with godly warmth.
I dream to show you this world of mine-- the one all too unreal and divine
You are a moment of rain, rapidly becoming Ingrained within the concrete
Lost in the forever of this place
I am greedy and wanting to leave my mark, I invent hydrocarbons to build smarter oxygen drops
they one day become us
They always become us
I am an early storm, violent and unkempt-- I seek immediate retribution,
I ravage the lands
With no further to go, I will dissipate
Precipitate
And give the light space to show.
