Another Rainy Night I Suffer
Drowned in the drumming wetlands
We wade through pools of glass,
wet smoke and sacrifice
A summer rain, warm as loam
As young fish we tumble
in pools of standing water
Solvent with rain, a child`s wet hand,
Diverted by the sea in our eyes,
we are more than water.
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