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LVIII

July 8, 2013

From day to day the heavy clouds roll in—
full, pregnant, bursting with their cursed rains;
to drown my new sown seeds in deluge cold,
and burn like acid my exposéd flesh,
and blind my eyes with countless fallen tears.
The problem with the statement “silver lining,”
is that the clouds remain quite out of reach.
Does not that silver edge cling to the clouds
when rain comes falling down to Earth and me?
Unless the waters of the flood rise up,
and carry me upon their storm-sea back,
I will not ever reach those silver heights.
So why, I ask, does silver lining show?
To torture me as burning rain comes down.

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