Rain

Always Becominging

I am holding the rain in my eyes. 
My eyes grow wider and wider.
There is so much dangerous rain. 
My lake-like gaze always upward. 
I want the sky to hold me like
I am holding the rain in my eyes. 
Tie my eyelashes into bows. 
Brace my legs against the weight. 
The sun pushes. The wind pulls. 
There are pools within the pools. 
I am holding the rain in my eyes
and I am holding the pain in my chest
and I am leaving my name behind
and I am hoping to change my mind
and I am waiting to stop time
and I am holding the rain in my eyes.

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