A
                        Single drop
               A scent in the air, a pr-
       omise of thunderstorms tells m-
    e of the coming of rain. A drop of wa-
ter land on my nose, and then the sky ope-
ns up with a mighty roar of rain. Misty ski-
s, and howling wind, dancing like a torn-
   ado. Animals run, and birds get soaked
      in their nests. Cats hiss as the rain f-
         alls on them. Thundering noises
            on metal roofs, telling the st-
               ory of rain. A flash of li-
                 ghtning, followed b-
                     A low rumble
                       Of thunder
                           Rain

i want a spring bonsai tree
posses it as own
shape it to controlling will

in that stillness moment i, questioning
why people stare through (and stare within, staring through)
that fuzz or mush like their covered window panes (staring within, staring through)
that shy window pane that turns

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so that i (staring in, staring at) may roam in

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turning my mind to that fuzz and static, becoming fogged window pane
to look out (and stare) like rain droplets caressing
so rough they fall to pound that pavement
pavement so coarse and electric like the peppered mountain range
where i stand
my shoes fill like leaking boats
to roam, to wander, in that desolate diorite range (staring within)
questioning (staring through) as time joining
disappearing
as headache turns everybody to everything turns

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days
stretch over lifetimes,
as if all the clocks in the world
       wore themselves out —

and certain mornings
i shapeshift

i create different molds for myself
to fit into
i do not know why i must change
but i do know it helps.

the scissors clip and
my hair floats as fallen feathers
towards the base of the sink

i wake up only to
not recognize the girl in the mirror
and greet her w a smile.

she is
sad.
and there are so many worlds
she wishes she was exploring.

i wish i could help her.

but all i do is hurt her,
and i do not know where to
begin
asking for her forgiveness.

The future shapes the past,
Through the memories of ourself.

Dot Dot Dot,
I write again with Dots,
Dot Dot Dot,
The Dot's form a shape,
Dot Dot Dot,
They form the shape of your face,
Dot Dot Dot,
I thought I moved away from your Dots,
Dot Dot Dot,
They continue to show me your face,
Dot Dot Dot,
The Dots still haunt me in my dreams,
Dot Dot Dot,
Leave me alone, I've moved on.