the sound of rain
splashes hollow again
into the base
of my empty skull

dripping
thru the sightless sockets
of my eyes
staring upwards
at the everchanging stars

rain remembered
from primordial skies
washes clear
my thoughts entombed
beneath the layered muds
of encyclic time

free

to contemplate anew
the inescapable
crumbling certainty
of splattered clay
and fossil bone



1982nev2006