Driving Away the Cloud

We were born together.
My heart an egg,
you're anger, the strings
which were desinged to pull
us apart, to let us out.

I am mute, you are raging.
Like a machine whose purpose is
to keep the eyes from knowing.
We are bound in flame and sweetess.

My embryo is frying. Your anger is
a torching inferno. Suddenly, the rain
(all glorious, flashing, torrent).
In this metamorphosis, your heart becames
a rising cloud and I am free
to throw rocks through its nerveless body.

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