Not so late one late night it drizzled after thunder and with arcs it shone for lightning was still in the sky. Around the block, the cycle was broken at the final house away. Down the streets, no shoes to save the feet from feeling the tarred earth. Down roads song sang in confusion, no mobs were running to enter this delirum of thought. Walking in the rain, babbling to the only person who will listen
Did you get wet?
One can get wet, but it seems so hard to keep wet
Mmm, yes, the wet just seems to float away.
I've never seen wet float
rape