So happy even the sun is a disappointment
after weeks of rain
Rain connects, becomes the matrix we move in
Fragments of that, run together
like wine
to m a k e p o e m s
or at least joy.
What a big word. What a small feeling.
How sincere reality is.
How we distrust it.
How we scar ourselves to feel it
How we look up to Heaven and envy.
When God sent us here out of Heavenly
loneliness. The trinity
visits, to feel our sincerity, to feel
our scars, and joy, our fragments, our
smashing into sand daily.
Then they make a star
out these small sounds.
nov 3, 08
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