4.
The rain solves every damn thing
Begin with the ascent of the fog
Wrap the world in a forgetting
From which a blindness emerges
For us to finally wish we`d never seen
Such bright light before.
When it all becomes too much
Wait for the fluid descent
Climb to the top, and watch the river carry all our sins
Our brazen-faced rapture
On the craggy arms of a rock
Placed on the edge of thought
Distantly growing more distinct, this admission,
This bare appearance of the light
Piercing the cloud, enfolding us
Our world wearing jewels slowly and surely.
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