i. the hyperpour so slowly people will move, the hour being particularly unimportant. strolling through early mists of vapor in early sun though late for anything/everything else. but there is still the r a g e SO I RUN SO FAST & DRIPS SPIT ON MY HEAD & I AM SINGING, OH I AM SINGING OF RAiN & SOGGY TUNES POUR THROUGH MY VEINS WHERE I THOUGHT ONLY BLOOD WOULD MOVE! WE ARE SO HOT, HURDLING TROUGH INCONCIEVABLE RAiN! PEOPLE MOVE SO SLOWLY! RUN! RUN! BE FREE! HELP, GOD I'M TRAPPED ON THIS PLANET! I NOW KNOW I CAN'T RUN OFF IT! ii. the superpour but we're still cool. yeah. lazy. nobody watch the clock. so my feet can wash in the sun and people aren't going anywhere. which isn't much to say for them. hey god, i'm still here. thanks for e v e r y t h i n g........... AND IT POPS AGAIN! WHY CAN'T I WALK AGAIN? MAKE ME STOP THIS FIERY SPRINT & RACING HEART! BURSTING LIGHT & SHADOWS ALL FALL DOWN! THOUGHTS SEEM TO MOVE SO QUICKLY AND I AM STILL HERE, GOD! I'M GASPING FOR BREATH! DON'T YOU SEE ME OR AM I MOVING TO FAST? HURRY! iii. tear (/much later) i still believe in degrees you know. somehow, i can measure you and me. the degrees/ the extremes/ the stories the new wish i make everyday. i'd love to drop my silly watch/ the ridiculous time keeper and stop crying like lunatic. people are so silly, man.
Reason for writing:
it was a hectic day. full of whirly winds and such.
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