To the rain fall

Sky unlaced

Her broken stitches 

“I come from space”

Washing away 

Dissonant morbidity 

Dissolving 

In the knitted pattern 

Of soft scratches 

Patting skin and leaf 

Drinking herself 

Like a whirlpool 

On Orion 

Perpetual 

Transubstantial 

Murmur rumrum

Awkward peace

Reticent 

Draining 

Anatomized in psychic plops

Of lyrical erudition 

Intricate condensation 

Eroding perdition 

Drip drip drop

Thank the Lord for repetition 

File under pop.

31/06/20

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Pic: Marina Shakleina