the rain is a channel to you (one travels great distances
quickly; one appears transformed)
I, the many, many shapes I take as if by magic
through the water.
for clarity;
I am not invisible, but you will never see me
staring into your starving eyes
perched in the corner where the wall meets the ceiling.
Spider-like.
we all strike our little deals
stake our little claims
settling on this, I'll give up sanity
what power and vision I have
despite my pathetic, quivering
madness.
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