at last the heavy drowning rain - an experiment in form: there is none except for the rough rectangular shape of the prose-like block - written on my phone yesterday in a bar

Santiago de Compostela
8 March 2018


at last the heavy drowning rain that falls not just on one man’s house has let up and the steam from the paved surfaces and the broad leaves in the brief sun lift with the lifting rains and like there is a flow of water from the sky to the earth and back to the sky in all its constantly transitional forms and how often I wish I could simply merge with the rising steam and just float up and down myself into the rain that will fall to the sodden earth much later in the cool of this warm evening into morning and you know that the rain is so liquidly complex in that way because there could be an individual soul in each drop or the storm itself could be a collection of souls into one storm but of course all is regenerated by the sun which is our little source of light which regenerates even the sun

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