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My Book of Rains
On the pages of the book I seek are rains
towering drapes of twisted grays
small bright coincidences
cool plunging toward heat
Thousands upon thousands of syncopations
rhythms older than rhythm itself
I want to know precisely how
falling waters
fix light so fiercely
I want to see rains of every form and type
from every land and cloud
violent certain torque and unexpected goodnight kiss
to remind me of my endless fascination with you
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