Green creepers twine the roots
A still coldness falls
Fertile soil bursts into clouds above
I feel the fresh spray across a tied rope
neck above ground
trying to lift feet off ground
rainfall catchment beneath my flesh
I taste water on my lips, fade in light
A curtain of rain, parts away
Thrill of life again
I free the rope noose off my neck
set it free
decide to die after the rain
I step inside to dry a twig
And light a hearth for rain to warm.
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