showers

rain bleeds sky dry blue

white cloth sticks, liberates nude

run faster thunder

these light cells

as the earth groans and arcs

we, in pain with her, hang

in that starry void and can only believe

but still remain alone, for we have not yet died.

each shadow, offspring of a much lighter creature

must hold true to Laws which are (pain).

I would climb, slash-tear open the sky

rend it from horizon to horizon (sever skin)

to open up unknown freedom

and know God is delighted with me.