“I am the rain too old for lies”

dedicated to Male Spirit

I am the rain too old for lies

and I’ve been wrenching pain

and splendor

from the clouds for ages.

Listen to my song.

Listen to the wonder notes

dropping

ladders

from the

clouds.

Listen to the spider

weeping.

Voices rise,

lives begin.

Earth, silent

bows her head

to the ten-thousandth

beating.

CRA

9/24/2006

9/24/2007