Downpour
I know the angel of obscurity is long in the future
But I'm already there
I'm already there
You kill me everyday
and everyday I can't wait to die
Your gentle moving fingers skim my sun withered skin
like the pages of an archaic atlas of stars
Tracing me like I lead to the brightest quasar
Folding me up and leaving me on the bed
While I wait for the time you need to search
for your way home again
And I'm already there
I'm already there
Swaying and drooping under your presence
Like a flower drinking in the cascading rain
I dance in the downpour of you
Concrete is this
A thousand myriads of infinities
could not define you
and me
us.
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