The Last Rains

when the last rains
stop falling from heaven
and rest on earth —
clean skies, watery land —
life’s clarity ascends
.
from my room above the infinite
intimate afternoon happens
from the window to the stars
I travel from spectral countries
to secluded lands —
or maybe just hopeless places
.
the traveler is the journey
what we observe is not what we see
but what we are

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