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The Rain Machine
i lay here in the dark,
listening to the rain machine
fake thunder posing;
it’s close to the real thing,
i mean, sure it is, right?
but close still means
a cheap copy of authentic
i need a cleansing...
a real downpour
unleashing it’s fury,
stinging my face
and matching my screams
as it twists it’s fingers
in my hair,
covering up the typhoon
already in progress here
i can hear it,
the simulated pattern -
an electronic sky
full of droplets,
hitting the ground
with tiny tin slaps
like an audience
applauding
my latest failure
but i can’t feel it,
the smell of renewal
is missing -
no cold clammy fingers
shoved into fleece-lined pockets
trying to stay warm;
there’s only the knowing
that i tricked myself
on purpose,
so second best
is close enough, i guess
i’m reminded that nothing is real,
no matter what we tell ourselves;
we are all guilty
of some awfully tall tales;
we really will believe anything,
as long as
as it keeps all manner of truth
firmly at bay;
but, i’m a bigger liar than most,
forever finding meaning
in people and events
that have none,
not after they realize
i’m just a really good copy
listening to the rain machine
fake thunder posing;
it’s close to the real thing,
i mean, sure it is, right?
but close still means
a cheap copy of authentic
i need a cleansing...
a real downpour
unleashing it’s fury,
stinging my face
and matching my screams
as it twists it’s fingers
in my hair,
covering up the typhoon
already in progress here
i can hear it,
the simulated pattern -
an electronic sky
full of droplets,
hitting the ground
with tiny tin slaps
like an audience
applauding
my latest failure
but i can’t feel it,
the smell of renewal
is missing -
no cold clammy fingers
shoved into fleece-lined pockets
trying to stay warm;
there’s only the knowing
that i tricked myself
on purpose,
so second best
is close enough, i guess
i’m reminded that nothing is real,
no matter what we tell ourselves;
we are all guilty
of some awfully tall tales;
we really will believe anything,
as long as
as it keeps all manner of truth
firmly at bay;
but, i’m a bigger liar than most,
forever finding meaning
in people and events
that have none,
not after they realize
i’m just a really good copy
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