today by a rain shower; it felt like
the door to the gas chamber had shattered
I opened the windows and doors
after a long time of imprisonment
inviting in unpollinated air with its scent
when you are devastated by storm
you like water. and if you are deluged
by a flood, it must be that you prefer air
sometimes air, sometimes water, shiv
you are the miscreant with wisdom
trying to break open through the ribs.
Singing oneness!
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