Cloud over rain, rain over cloud;
The fury of earth’s breast bone
Proclaims a sweet dominion
Rooting down to the river’s edge.
It is here, where I lie
The time rises
Into the irrational mind;
Where naked bodies are buried
In illusions of transcendence,
Fluid beneath the air’s lucidity
And timeless breath.
The sun has dawn on this realm
Where nothing is clear.
Truth has no means as death lives
In deaths arms with no solution;
To say this is clear would save us all.
It is only when my body drowns
In the rising river, and the rain
Hollows in full and continues,
That I will come out of this
knowing no one,
Nor they me.
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