Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Plummet from the sky

The sky
Is crying
On my
Sweater.

The sky
Is always
Raining on
Me.

And I
Stand
Perfectly still.

I never
Move.
The rain
Sinks into
My muscles.

I know
What it
Means to
Be soaked
To the
Bone,
For even
My bones
Are saturated
With tears.

My own
And the
Sky's.

June 9, 2006
Suge


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Plummet from the sky

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