FLUID
The Cid
Natural for men and the like
Are hell for me.
Thunder, and the sight
Of large bodies of water
Terrifies me─
For me,
It's the denouement,
The requitals I must supervise,
The upgrowth of transgression!
This!
This is the Earth.
This is where our vice molds itself─
With our bland administration.
This is the Earth.
We are responsible for
Making this austere.
This is the upshot of our atrocity.
Its severity ends today.
Hark!
It's the pouring rain and its sound.
It does not shine.
Do not peek at me,
I don't look fine!
It triggers about
Seventy one percent of chills
To travel badly down my spine.
I have no valor to jut out,
Hence, I hid and wrote this line.
In my aqueous locus at nine,
With my arctic,
Sweaty hands,
I'm tryin'.
I can sensate my knees,
Quaking with most of my interiors.
With each splash,
With each wave,
With each stream,
Accuse the ale of Adam;
I will die in this dream.
