running the road through drizzle...

running the road drizzling
through
is like a warm brew...
seriously...
warm and invigorating...
as veins feel mine
the rains evoking the blessed times...
and me humming
life as it falls calming
on straight soul
to be filled like a couldron...

As once a poet felt
Going by music unknown
Charmed so
That He found meaning
In it...
Perhaps on a similar street...
On a similar day...
Similar gay...
Similar...
In every sense...
Finding Love unchained
Yet so much chained...
Like tamed...
Perfect...
To suit a birth of a poetic form
Written in eyes...
In alien form
Yet so so known...

That drizzle happens
To me...
As me finds myself running
Through a drizzle...

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