We stand in precipitation of events
that which is destined to occur
the weighty issue of the day is our density
before the flood
all is high and dry
the world is yours for a song.
But what is that song gonna be?
Where will you find the chords?
Are you destined to sing alone and dance in the dark?
The Maori pound their feet like thunder
walk like cats in silence
the days and nights of fire
time is but the rippling waves kissing the beach
from space a hurricane is a twirling candy
draped across the blue blue seas
At night the cities glow like fireflies,
by the day we crawl
anonymity across the face of a swirling marble
drawn by inexplicable forces into the future
when I close my eyes I can see
sight denied the open blue iris on the banks
the dream of nights becomes days
the song is thunder
rain on me.
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