shimmery mess.

cold air hovers at my
calves. the world is
turning into a shimmery
mess, the ground is
no longer solid, stagnant.
it moves, curls, curves,
turns, breaks and
swells with every new drop.
drop.........drop....
drop it::: all those fantasies.
shhhhhh, let the sounds
take it away, take them away.
two beats clash and
chords dissonate, resonate.
beat&beat by beat---
drumming strumming
dripping slipping
it doesn't fit, it shouldn't fit
shouldn't should not.
but. it. does.
sliding into each other:::
music&rain, collaborating
to keep me sane.