Hard.
Rough.
Such rope.
Much rain that streams
down the marked path
of god's handmade flesh.
Much rain that accumulates
in the depths of my organs.
Confusion overlaps itself.
Sleep child sleep.
hold the night upon thy bosom.
Stars laying as peepholes
against the world's closed eyelids.
Day shall come.
Night shall pass.
Rain shall bring
the greener grass.
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