Thursday 3/10/2011 11:51:00 PM

playing to the storm. pennies and pebbles scrape the void. wishes and boredom. the sovereign questions of living make every answer suspect. the moan of the rain. in the throes of flood. open locks on empty cages.

listening to the quiet rage. the hiss of the wind. whispering in every ear. poisoning each dream. as sleep possesses.

toying with the percentages. a jumble of numbers ferret through the flesh. preying to the average. the menial chores of decimals left in the laps of gods.

brutal the rain falls. in daggers and shards. an impossible task. of choosing which purgatory. each fierce raindrop made impotent. as it strikes hard on the glass.

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