somniare.

sometimes, my head explodes

when it rains October 30, 2007

Filed under: almost poetic — somniare @ 2:05 pm

Even in her bubble
she carries an umbrella.
For in the downpour,
droplets like cannonballs
rebound, catapaulted into
distant galaxies.

She fears the mist.
She knows the persuasion of erosion
as she patches weak spots
to prevent tiny missionaries
from penetrating her well accomplished
((s o l i t u d e))

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