the sky is crying...
once when i was young i would prowl the lonely streets...
impervious to rain in all its fickle forms...
i cower now...
content to listen to yesterday patting on the tin roof...
roiling, boiling, holding my hand...
remembering better days and passionate nights...
embers glowing where fires once burned...
passions fading where angst once churned...
water washing away yesterday...
let the tempo of chaotic symmetry hush consciousness...
drag me to Xanadu, drag me to shadows of you...
to the undiscovered country...
for a while...
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