Drinking green tea
As rain comes on
Didn’t you always ache
This way—afternoon
And window?
I was a sick child
My Lord
Rain and bloodstream
So near
In the happenstance
Library
Of lonesome
Fast moving clouds my Lord…
Fast Moving Clouds
Drinking green tea
As rain comes on
Didn’t you always ache
This way—afternoon
And window?
I was a sick child
My Lord
Rain and bloodstream
So near
In the happenstance
Library
Of lonesome
Fast moving clouds my Lord…
Planet of the Blind 