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but last night

the trembling rain has ceased
but the wet remains
and the dull
and the gloom
the realm of psychedelic persists
straining to aggravate
the already bothered
senses
the fish, or someone
there is a faint flare of light
hinting a suggestion
of return
after the rain
it would be nice though
but last night
as i retired to my bed
with my love
who was too exhausted
to receive my hands
and warm
i lay
and conversed with my eyes
and senses
to the glow received
by our fluorescent curtains
from the still night beyond
which held only the promise
of yesterday
and i slept