The terms of rain

I’ve just begun to come to terms with burdens in the attic, with emblems in the brick-red dusts that curl in conflagration all alone beneath the growing veins of aging glass and fissured ceilings. And in a momentary galaxy where particles of partly rendered hopes relax and sleep, where window stains paint warm insinuations with the winter light across these swept-up billows of forgotten friends whose names are bits ablated from my skin; in briefly siphoned planes and places losing air, and in each instant that this roof collapses, my capacity to shoulder the illusion of a cloudless day remains unfettered by the shingles of a roof that yields to rain.

#Amsterdam #Netherlands


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