flower twixt weed

I shall drink this dried-up cup of rain
I shall pledge it with it’s red to your beverage,
For worlds are shattered and meld anew
For puny people in shade of your hue.
Stay brave now, my mother of pain,
As I breathe my last breathe of rain.
If this life is but to suffer
I return to thee, my pain-mother.

And inside, I won’t become a part of you,
Every destiny is one; I will become you.

04.07. 2005