On this intoxicated night,
hazy, low and sorry.
Sorry for myself,
for you,
sorry for the world,
for all the crimes
committed against humanity
by no one in particular.
Just sorry'¦
So damn sorry.

Thinking of you
and inevitable death,
as winds rage stories
stirring up ever-present past.

Skies open mouth wide
and unleash magnificent,
furious, unapologetic rain.
Rain upon my face and feet,
popping obscene gooseflesh.
Suddenly aware of the body,
I am drenched with new life,
as the grateful, sodden grass
comes rushing up fast,
firm against my head,
pressed beneath my nose'¦

'¦Are these tears?
No, I answer myself,
propping an elbow on
silver maple's shallow roots'
just raindrops for once
mixed with mud splatter.

Bolts of lightning
shed momentary brilliance,
flashes of reality
burning away any illusions
hiding out in the shadows'¦

I have not given up
the fight.
I am just weary,
exhausted and spent
from throwing my fists
at the impression of something
that was never really there.

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