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In Rain and Mud

The name will never change
the directions of the clouds
or the color of the heart.
Promises will for ever remain in ever
not finding the holes to grow a pot hole.
The bridge between this will neither crack
not feel any weight even when we fall on the bed
and call it our ground.
Glints of sensation shall explore these skies
and bind the colors of the rainbow;
Togetherー
the name will echo in echoes
itch and even stitch.
Night will be of splendor
as I shade in a shadow of grandeur,
tiny explosions shall reveal its nature
inside the little
egg holding my birth.

In rain and in mud
I will forever chant its praise
Love!
Loveー
divination of me and you
I am your ocean
you are my clay.