Pause
The rain has taken us over
over the world
Come on like a dark hood over the world
and we are strangers
stranded
in the darkness stranded, we cannot see
There is nothing to see
Down
downward the rain pinging
and we cannot see
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It pings in the pine trees, on the needles unaware
drop on drop burning out
Passing cars, their static in the street
slush unseen
through the down rain
Fade into nothing music of sweet
silence, amid the pain
of the tumbling drowning dying of the world
A poem I wrote nearly 45 years ago, standing in the drizzle outside my childhood home in Augusta, on a visit home from college. An earlier version can be found on my WordPress site, Manifestos of the Moon, here: https://thenakedatheist.wordpress.com/1977/03/19/pause/ and also here: https://thenakedatheist.wordpress.com/2003/09/21/pause-2/
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