There is a old rain barrel outside the house, its grief, full of dead bugs, floating and breeding on the water,
why don't you dump it out
we save the water just in case
if we are thirsty
(though we were always thirsty)
from its poison well
what good will that water do, only kill us quicker
pour it out, whose eyes are watching
there was a time it was the only source
of nourishment
its maggots
i am watching
the sky is out
(though it has always been out)
the rain is fresh to my open mouth
I never drank from the source
new rain, same water, now new now clean, reconfigured, join with us but don't forget
can't yet, its molecular core
water never forgets the light shown to it
neither do we
walk towards the lightness
restore the balance
saving the best for last
I am wondering when I will fall again
down the well
ever falling ever *
heaven sent her
so I thought
pay the toll or get dropped