sometimes there is nothing but thunder
as i allow it to penetrate bones
weary
of
fighting gravity
the carnival stills ....
and
there is nothing but thunder
and the steady pouring rain
eyes close & time tumbles clear
presence holds the moment
sinking
down
into
quiet
thought, struggle, fear & drive
forgotten against this green-wet-constant
until
there is nothing but the thunder
a particle of blue pulsing broken atoms
slowly
slowly
pulsing
colliding
melting
in rhythm with the falling
memory is distant--shared
pain is absent
thunder fills the holes
and
sometimes
there
is
found .....
everything
