I Am The Rain

Metamorphosis in the street, longing to be complete, raging against complacency, rebelling against the cold blue steel of numbness, the prison of my burning insatiable hunger, the whirlwind of energy carries me precariously to the edge of apathy and throws me over the precipice so that i can rise over the paradigms on the wings of eagles, angels of the sky, translated into nothingness and everything simultaneously. A new birth, becoming once again a parcel of the universe, returning to God as a vapor rising to the heavens and back again to wet the tongues of the damned, the withering lilies of the field. Evaporation is completeness; stagnation is the stench of hell. Mid-day sun i rise to you so i can fall again, so i can fly again, so i can die again. Rise...Fall...Fly...Die...Rise...Fall...Fly...Die...Drink you withered lilies. Drink your fill. I Am The Rain.