That send button on the electronic
mail is
Like pulling the drain stop on a
man’s hope
The tub of pent intent begins the
clocked swirl
For her response to replace the
guard
Before the water is depleted into
the approaching madness
Like eyes closed the undefined
possibilities are infinite
Open all he can picture is the
dryness of the morrows
Crusting a naked body standing in a
basin
Staring down a hole pleading that
there was still one drop
Left balanced on the ledge knowing
what suns and moons are
Neither meant to hold water
Exploding fusion and a dusty
satellite hovering out there
Every night praying for clouds to
just get away for a few hours
Return to that pure darkness where
anything can happen
Like the waters were coddling his
ankles drenched in that supple
Meandered puzzle of belief
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