The rain has found me once again, beating outside my window- hard like my thoughts / Where is the religion that tells us how to fix the world and the terrible messes we've made without pointing at us? / I really need flowers today or A flower, or a remembrance of a flower--before I believe they are all extinct and hope is void. / She's fainting, failing, falling in the dark of thought and word, no saving / She says, "Am I alone?" Then, the world echoes back the same.../ In attempting to unearth the very core of me, hide your eyes and guard your heart, for I feel as much as God...
