Make rain with me upon the surface
In the sunlight
And in the moonshine
Take bitter sweetbreads in your mouth
And taste the cataclysmic chasm of serenity
Be calm between my fingers
At the place where knuckles meet
Swirl endlessly down the human drain;
Cling with burnt hands to the inside
Or scrape with hellish talons, if you so wish
Find health and light with me under the salt lake,
Or make yourself an edged rock
With which to pummel me down
The day you choose to beat me,
Will be the day I wake with a smile -
Not a frown.
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