Copyright 2013 Gordon Kuhn
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I’m standing outside in a midnight rain
Where no one can see me
Surrounded by a darkness most intense
No one can see me buckle from the pain.
As cold rain, an old rain mixes with
What few tears can be shed
What few tears can be bled
As the cold rain, old rain
Mixes with the salt of tears
And bathes me in chilling water
While searching out the host of fears
And no one can see me
No one can see me there
Crouched down, naked, breathing out a steam
To standing alone in a cold, old rain
Bathed in chilling water
From ancient wells come forth.
And no one is looking there
No one hears the blessing said
Over the ritual knife to be fed
And drenched in chilling waters
Where I stand alone in a midnight rain. November 11, 2013