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Shed by Bree<\/p><\/div>\n
A UNIVERSE OF WHAT<\/p>\n
I am invisible
\nBut I am rain.
\nThe color of rain
\nInvents the air
\nAnd I am trembling
\nIn the language here
\nIn white wings.
\nIn here, a heart
\nEnormous in its
\nOwn universe of what?<\/p>\n
My toys, or, we say,
\nTears. No, tears.
\nRain, No, tides.
\nNo, thighs and a wrist.
\nCreeping, rushing, waiting
\nFor the gate that is a hand<\/p>\n
For sleep. Let\u2019s have some.
\nLet\u2019s have our own kingdom.
\nLook what flutters down
\nFrom trees that smile
\nNot caring about tomorrow.<\/p>\n
We dive, naked with rain.
\nTouching as much as possible
\nOn the way down.<\/p>\n
We are as foolish as yes.
\nWe drip from the eaves,
\nThe edges of the world.<\/p>\n
~ D. R. Wagner<\/p>\n
VIDEO BY TIM GREEN (DAD)<\/p>\n