The Water —
Dripping down the drain,
The perfect world of lost terrain.
The rain is falling, as in pain,
The roads are singing in the rain
The sounds…The Water —
Dripping down the drain,
The perfect world of lost terrain.
The rain is falling, as in pain,
The roads are singing in the rain
The sounds of winds;
The moving chain;
The zipper merging traffic lane,
Entangled flowers, passing train;
Where you are running for the bus
And grass will wave \»Goodbye\» to us;
Into the river on the bus;
The Wars
Of cloth, of dust
And cards,
All waiting for the new collapse;
It will be coming
Before dusk
And Mars…
