Showers

This is the second of rejected poems about the process of writing poems (rather recursive one may say). it is about how poems/art seem to fall from the heavens (aura) - but in fact well up from some place deep and dark inside.

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The straunge sent
Misty rain frail
   Nebula
On the bitumen.

Stills aura thought
Wards the peniscil
Lead interfacing pauper.

Sent memories.
Unspoken recall.

Unspeakable.