rain

flailing of water
arouses dead streets
polling visceral intellect.

as a child
floundering unconsciously in that affect idea
dreaming then
that what is known now

white foamy water fills the lane
with what I wished
I felt not

fluid mind,
life thwarted
diseases and aching
in
floundering, frothing water.
known dwindles while
reality abstracts.

sentiment remains
only as whirling water,
uninhibited vibrant state
between gas and solid particles
lovely to feel;
turbulent to live.

oh the desire evoked
swelling my cup
pounding my drum
squeezing my soul

longing for that what is ash and clean

it lives in my resolute mind
as if I were not
wishing it were memories

and the memories to make yet