A Man For All Seasons

(10/8/2005)
On these days I would speak with you,
When the sky hangs like a hump
Covered in spindly fur, coarse
By the edges of my dark skin, and the rain
Casts about me a cloak,
Wearing the points of my brain
Into the rock where I live until lightning
Glimmers in the corner of my eye.

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These days I would like to talk to you,
When the sky hangs like a hump
Covered in spindly fur, coarse
By the edges of my dark skin, and the rain
Casts about me like a coat, wearing the points
Of my brain like the rock
Where I dwell until lightning
Glimmers in the corner of my eye.