The last sentence you thought
Rains heavily,
A dark cloud swells and envelops
The conversations in your mind;
A shooting star is not enough,
The glittering sky is a waste,
Even the full moon’s glow is lost
In tumbling words,
No shape or real reason
Just a cascade of breathing,
Teething children dribbling sounds
And the gush of gutters
Beating down.
All around you there is chatter
A swell of matter interacting,
Attracting sparks,
Laughing and cackling,
It’s the last thing that you need.
