If rain instead
fell upwards
I only hope
it does not gouge
my eyes in the
process or
empty the seas
I was happily
drowning at
for the sky
would swell
from all my substance
not to mention the shade
of rainbow it will
eventually emit
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
