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Drowsy

Lost in a maze of visions, I find myself
climbing up a steep cliff of rock
submerged in torrents of dumping water
I lean back from  my grip in the wall
My face finds the dry air and heavy sun
and looks up to see an endless glass pinnacle,
rounded and steep with water flowing
evenly, peacefully, violently down all sides

I try to look down but my vision blurs
and my mind nods off with the breeze-

a cool night breeze at the dark top
of a glowing skycraper in New York.
A voice sings thru the whispering rain
for God is in the rain; in frivolity I
swing around the antenna like an iron lamppost
and look out at a multitude of starry lights