It’s raining
Saturday night
not even June yet.


It’s refreshing
just to be here
high and dry
nothing really clear
everything too near,
the raindrops, the dark,
the hum of the too low light.

Freedom waits for these moments
beyond necessity
where nothing has to be
and all the dross
falls away
and there is a cool wind
over the consciousness
as you lay on the bed
and you accept to accept
what pretends has to be
knowing it’s only one kind
of clarity.

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