So
simple is beautiful.So
simple is
foundation or
fleeting?
universal or
unique?
origin or
odyssey?
fact or
faith?
essence or
echo?
I'm sorry-
let me explain
simply.
When the rain patters
on hot tiles
it fills up between
my toes-
the smell of life
churning in wet mud
rises up
embraces me-
I close my eyes
face to the skies-
I wait
for the trembling
hand of thunder
to reach my ears-
and dust
stale taste
off my soul.
So is simple.


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