Why it rains

My love expels from the aquifer of my being,
in synchrony with a mountain top weathering.

Rock erodes into dust,
coloring the sky red and rust.

Water gathers about the grain
upon everything it rains.

Earth quenched by wine
Arouses the timeless out of time.

Nothing is sacred
The sacred said

Pouring a drunken life
into the cup of the sober dead.

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