Same Rain

So this is the same rain
With some added heat
And parts of parts
That we've split or combined
A hundred times
A drizzle, a sheet
As thick as it can lead us to believe
A blanket of dankness
Waiting to creep into the basement
And scare the bejeezus
Out of anyone who needs a good scare
Or just a good story
That grows mold as the details unfold
A crack in civility
A growing concern
A ping turned to pound
A drip bound to find
What it inherently binds to
Pulling it down
And yet still rising up
Whenever it's called to
For the good of its kind
From under the ground
Or even behind
Anything silly enough
To be stuck in a form
Although rough to grind
Certainly not too tough
to get mixed up and slushed
By the end of all time
Since this is the same
Never to be changed
Only displaced and estranged
It presents itself as a problem
Or mysterious game
Lending to a trick
Leaning toward whatever leans
It beats, fills, or cleans
Any house, hilt, or beam
Except light which makes steam
Spilt from the spigot of dreams
From leaves to eaves
And into tubes
To funnel and channel
Into pools and groups
Where water goes to sit
And stop and think for a bit
And even the dirtiest batch
(which is where the nastiest things seem to hatch)
Is still sublime
And part of a royal line
That can trace its roots
Back before roots were roots
And before yours and mine
To a place where a trickle and pop
Turned a slip into slop
And even back before that
What we represent with a dot
Had to find an ally
To finish its plot
And that would be the secret
To what it truly is and what it truly is not
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8.21.07