sound a simple synecdoche flowering
against my window also a
cataleptic conveyance
in
weather as perhaps endemic
possibilities
elude naught
�������������������������������quietude of thought
the cricket world has no tongue to let
loose a contribution lingering thunder bellowing
do I yet withstand a
leitmotif in turn so
gravitational force
drops
suddenly in-proportion to
possibly separation, I
dust the walls
the frame is
you are interrupting
(as it rains) nothing
* * * * *
��������~11:08 PM 7/24/2005
�2005 by Ryan Laks
