at the edge of the land
at the edge of the world
at the edge of the known
final approach through blustering rain
i navigate the skies from my familiar room
the black cat takes fright and disappears into the wind
a silent black slit he makes exiting the plasmatic night
ten thousand fingered cyclone bringing it on
droplets hammered against glass and forced upwards back into the air
sibilant sutra of incessant precipitation
furious cold angry rain
the houses shake under such an onslaught
the mercury shudders within its glass
blood pressure drops suddenly away
dizzy beyond belief
coming down with the cold hard rain like reality itself
grim and in constant flux
what do you want ?
what do you believe?
what do you want to believe?
these questions interposed on some inner nothingness
and asked by the rain