It is with the rain on down that come
the senses of change must adorned
in hollow drum of course and run
and where is the tin ally who requires
the ear to balance along the eave and hang
ballasts governed by wit begun
A shallow blackness nothing more
said or anything that leaps up-stream
can hide from one who lay beside
the music of no one's hand but God
as patient and relentless to dreams
not yet born but come, but come
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