where the river cross, crosses the lake
where the words jump off my pen
and into your pages
do you think just like that
you can divide this
you as yours me as mine
to before we were us?
if the rain has to separate
from itself does it say
pick out your cloud?
if there is a horizontal line
[i'm gonna stay right here]
that runs from the map
[i'm gonna stay with this]
off your body
straight through the land
[i'm staying with you]
shooting up
right through my heart
will this horizontal line
[i'm gonna stay right here]
when asked how to find
where you end, and where
i begin? just pick out your cloud
how light can play
and form a ring of rain
that can change bows into arrows
[i found a thrill]
who we were isn't lost
to before we were us
indigo is his own blue
i always knew this
if the rain has to separate
from itself does it say
pick out your cloud?
your cloud
your cloud
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