Palm of you palm of you of which I never thought had arm,
I still do not give body, In existential harm
Please tell me of foxy bamboo kitty cat
That I reckoned you would remind me of,
For in such respondance I will glue the matrix of life,
To myself
Of life,
Of living,
Nine times,

Hey there,
Little kitty
Come sit
With me
I wanna look
At your little structured
Face
Hey there
Little kitty
I would appreciate
You sitting
With me
For I am lonely
I watch you in rain from
Inside my belonging
I watch you in rain so
Uninviting
Come sit here,
Little kitty
Share this house with me
Hey there,
Little kitty
Are you ever
Fully there
Or did god make you
To sit so pretty
And make me want to care
Hey there
Little kitty
Who wept your mind so dry
I wanna share
What I think about you
But my tears don't let me cry
I watch you in the rain
From inside my belonging
I want to let you in
To feed you and love you
For all that you are
But I am still locked in
Why does it matter if I
Shut doors around myself I
Just want to have some loving
Thing by my side
Why does it matter if I
Belong to myself only
Do you belong to the rain, there,
Hey there little kitty
Why are you so blue
Come sit with me,
Or lay down beside me
I will let your heart pass through
I will let your heart pass through

I ask god to turn up the rain
For indiscernible reasons
I tell others to refrain, from me,
With brain suspended calcimically
Who is that in this room?
My god,
He twist the dial,
So legs like yours would find a hut to adorn
It is the sound that sits here inside of me
That allows me to walk in a funny way
While I see legs of others pass by me,
I do not refrain,
From my personal disdain,
It matters not,
What trips me up,
I let the ground meet me
For if I was
To pick me up,
Suddenly,
I would have eyes of in and out
Tell me something
When I asked god to
Turn up the rain
Rain Rain Rain

Pipltpitlptitlpitlpitl
Drep drep
Ground wet,
Rain Rain Rain
ploplepleopleoplpoelpe
Rain Rain RAIN RAIN
Tiptipiptitptiptipitpittipitp
Warm warm warm
Creekekekcrecrekek
Wet Wet wet
Rain, pittle, pattle on air
Rain, pittle, on me you do
Drown in your pittle, your uncomfortable
My lungs filled with bedsheets and words
My lungs filled with people of dirt, and mud and
Pliplipliplidlididlipldip
Rain on thee
Plipopoleopoloplo
Rain on Me
Porporlporlorplor
Inset roofs inset hooves.
Crekekcrekercrekc,
I pull me, into wet water mud
I feel like dark horse drowning in
Story neverending
Lungs filled with, melancholy and condescending,
With princess who dies
And I,
Who keep living
In attic of mind with
No words to share that don't
Dare to deplore me