I remember very clearly the time

I remember very clearly the time
when the rain fell over the external
conflict. The sticky, unhealthy grime
that couldn't describe the eternal
mysteries. I had become the carnal
poet wandering verses, turning pleasure
over quietly. I remember the emotional
breathing of the weather, the measure
of her hair in the twilight. My treasure
is found within the sufferings muttered
and oppressions felt. I am unsure
of the importance of the current matter,
it seems unclear. The thunder will never
end, the struggle continues forever.