the skies opened up without a message as to why
it may not flood the world but my portions not dry
caught unawares by the force of the sky
the droughts of a decade erased as a reply
rainy day after rainy day, drops that smolder
the weight has finally crushed atlas' shoulders
so drop it. free fall all the boulders
and wait for the wings of isis to enfold us
after twenty eight days of claiming not quite bad
now is the time for waving that white flag
you can't scream phoenix when the drops have you gagged
so stop treading water and swallow the last
let the drops hit, let the rain come
let it soak to bone and make creeping veins numb
give in to master melancholy motives
drop the kick and end the opus
posted by adam @ 6:06 PM
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