How deep in me did you carve to find
Just that little specimen of time
Was it an arm’s length, was it a raindrop down
Was it a very, very sad regret beneath?
Was it a star?
Was it a gift?
Was it something to say in a moment of abyss-
You’d think so. Yes I think you would. But it matters little
what I think- I think you may not think this through.
Yes, throw that in, it’ll gather a few people.
Sure, sure. Rude, throw me out, count me in, whatever.
And can you change the weather?
Sure, but can you change the weather?
Because this is what determines wether the weather will weather out your feathers
Your fathers, your partners in cringe and emotion
You, you set this in motion, you threw in the ball
‘less you want me talking physics, it’s your turn-
Up in the hall, the ball’s still raging
All the frogs outside are waging out a chorus, of course.
But the weather, oh, the rain, how it does not subside!
How it rages on and on through the wild night!
How it ruins your whole evening, how it makes you shiver!
How the silver thunder runs in sweeping meanders!
How it masks your cries- you cry- your lies- you lie down
We bow down to the weather.
Because it throws away your tempers and your personas
And leaves you, oh look, naked. Tired. What’s this? Tired.
Yes, throw that in.
Tired and emotional; The storm’s weathered you out, I’d say.
Would you like a drink? Would you?
Would you like some people around your trails and fires and fireworks?
Maybe not now? It’s alright. It’s ok. I understand.
Yes, yes, throw that in.
It would please you to see that in- it would please them. Her. Them.
Yes, I’m done.
Possibly, I’m done.
Release me now.
Release me.
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