High cliffs on either side, awaiting me
They anticipate while I listen to
The pulsing of the rain
Gaining speed, obeying
The billowing wind as it sweeps
The darkened and divided streets
The crevices of my heart
Shadowed spaces, undeciding
Clouded by the storm, undying
A torrent - crying, crying
The sky, my eyes: each
To go with the wind
Or to go with my will
What will fall - will it wash away
Will it sweep the roads clean
And reveal a more beautiful me
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