i don't believe in
reigning in storm clouds
nor the stain of my emotions
when pain is imminent
life plays in turbulent waters
collides down alleyways
finding release in
any exploding existence
a swirling current
like some fallen baptist
trying in vain to wash away sin
then Cain wanders in
his debris sloughed off in
haphazard disarray
so
many
layers of mud
light finding energy
our brazen smudges of dirt
caught in a vortex
rain falls when it's full
wet
and ready
when we are empty
emotion pours through us
in a bountiful orgasm of relief
winding through
valleys of madness
only then can we see
the damage
of our freedom
