I want the rain to nail the sky to the streets tonight and take me with them. I can’t stop shaking. Where is my breath?
To walk, alas, in endless rain, to by wet from the moment of flying forth. It’s too much, you and your rain. It’s this city I swear. Your reign, my heavenly learning. Thine sword – soul hung out to dry somewhere else. Now I only have to find it.
1665
Sorry. I thought you dropped it.
august
about 5:30 on the 12th
Now. That is going to be hard to fly to. I’m not sure the airport will listen. That’s the best I can do. I’ll wander empty shelled until then, I suppose, assuming that time is circular. Cyclical. Either/or. Never circular. Those are two different things. The circumference is what I’m curious about, how long must I go without? We speak of different things.