for Robert Brown
This is serious. It knocks
At places I don't usually visit
Let it in. The machinery of the brain
I go deeper into my own nature.
The rain asks me to sleep
Dreams then ask me to come
With her. We'll fly. Let it happen
I’m serious. Nature is a machine.
Daytime so different. See it
Missing the components. But
That isn’t really where we'll go
Let all the good air through.
Let it happen. We let nature go
Let the rain that's so indifferent
Supersede what is missing
Wet with tears again.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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