The Wandering Thunder

What the rain said
in the deep night,
when she cursed 
the sky that birthed her,
hissing next to my ear lobe,
she meant
and I kept her secrets
tucked carefully away 
in shadows.

I woke up
feeling old, and 
as the sun came up,
wondered how he 
keeps pulsing light,
finding the energy
to keep glowing 
is beyond me
though something always to
strive for regardless 
of the teeth-y world.

Cant quite understand
why the sky can thunder down
shaking the fucking earth,
but can't simply open her
fantastic mouth 
and take me inside.

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