I am trying to wrap my brain around this:
AN HOUR PAST RAIN
by "Evangala Christ" (Grace Vanderwaal)
An hour past rain still dranken by the soil
Leaves reaching off twigs, still living through an hour past rain,
that the people are celebrating its forever ago finishing.
Past living as present
Clocks tick
But the seconds aren’t relevant
The ground inhales
As the people exhale their turmoil
All the people know are theories
So maybe that’s what feeds the soil
I don’t wanna sound to rhymey
I hate when I sound to rhymey
But I also hate when I can’t rhyme
Hands interlocked
Thousands of feet harden, and flatten the sidewalk
The light of a star in the vast, spacious, black sky,
Pierce the peoples blood glass eyes
…..that star died out thousands of years ago
But the peoples word « now » has yet to tell them so
Past living as present
I am born, alive, and dead, all in the same life
All in the same second
All in the same non apply(able) concept of « second »
All knowledge written and told
Is merely what a pen, tongue, words, expression, communication, and human grasp could hold
All the people know are theories
Deemed a synonym for facts
All the people know are theories
So maybe life’s just that
Just that.
Just.
That.