depressing as shit

i always come back to rain

1. icarus

as if all mankind

needed only one symbol:

rain, falling,

shudders

against a roof,

that shudder

located somewhere

within the stuff

of sound

and touch--

which, in their

stretched

blind twist,

work,

like

a root

v'd

into wetted earth.

thirst,

like the stroke

of a hand

down a back,

shuddering

along the root.

2. math

the sound of every raindrop

echoes the beat of some

heart,

somewhere.

statistically

this makes sense--

each heart beats

its own rhythm,

and some part

of all rhythms

can be seen as

encompassed

in rain's percussion.

this may be

an idea

of beauty

but it is lonely.

or perhaps

just shattered.

they call the fern's equation

a fractal.

3. the lady in the tower

i already have so little,

i think,

and in some small way

it's true.

clouds the color

of oxidized copper--

rain, rain,

never stop falling on me.

how much will

the breaking

of one girl

matter?

how much will

the breaking

of one girl

matter?

clouds the color

of chased silver--

rain, rain,

never stop falling on me.

i am shattered

in sadness--

it matters

so little.

clouds the color

of water

clouds the color

of water

rain, rain,

never stop falling on me.