rain

my legacy

                        pressure
                    leaking
             from the cuts

    covered seed
             planted
                  to decompose
   
                                          —my legacy

     heavy rain
          crackles
     down on me

                                   —I don’t feel

        the seeping damp
              embracing
                         me

    extracting
      the vitriolic acid
                       diluting
                          —my stained blood

           tension disintegrates

                                                     —as

           crystalline breads
                strike
             my damaged skin

     —gently

                             purge
            the destruction
  out of the emptiness

   hardened scalings
             become liquescent
                       the stasis mellows

                            bracing rain
                         resurrects
                   my numb body

          I lose myself
       inside the pure
   glistening

       of the
              (now)
      plain surface

   reflections of
            undisclosed beauty
     underneath

                 —rise

                     immense vastness
                 devouring
          incisive constriction

               transfigured light
            slides
         beyond nameless depth

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           faith
      leaking
  from the cuts

                  —now

Some things - mostly issues - are given to you as a legacy you have to deal with. Mine is being constantly under pressure, things keep on spiraling in my head, it’s never quiet there.
The silence after the storm, the clearness after the purge is the state of mind I always crave for.
But that’s pretty hard to get.