polyester cotton and the modern rain

The rains came

and i began sleepin
really sleepin
when i awoke
it was not over
all the walls
and windows
gone

drenched and warm
my skin contoured
by polyester cottons
i pulled the useless glass
from my eyes and looked

around me
we were all alike
in the power
wash of worlds

abridged
abbreviated
our words
they’d been
condensed

no more accents
no more length
to any call

thankful and bloated
heavy holding hands
spray comin off of us
like sparklers

we kept a form. i mean
hundreds of pounds
up to our wikis
soaking wet

the rains kept up
a strong formula
and i began sleepin
really sleepin

the storm
did it ever
end

and if it did

were we happier
light and dry and
blown away so easy
still holding hands
acrossways

i don’t know
i was sleepin
really sleepin

the soul is
a steady rain
floodin the canyon
hollowed out
by all our
misgivings
circulatin
social medias
underminin
everythin

faith
included

i know
the soul
is a steady
rain a heady
formula

makin somethin
of the new nothin

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