That Memorable Dance.

I woke up not feeling today.

My toes are numb and my hands cold lay.

I wash my face and bite my scream.

Yet water seals words and stitches by each seam.

Crowds stream blurred and trees make turns.

As grey clouds sit and concrete burns.

Life moves like life that's soft, softer than your piece of life.

Beating in her pocket's womb, forgotten after late last night.

Soon, sooner than soon.

And now it's hours past noon.

And it still hasn't rained a drop.

Yet my shoes are wet.

And the rain has not stopped.