teardrops of providence,
intricately kissing the glass
with paint upon their lips.
grunts of a god,
bellows heard from below,
counting the seconds
the numen flashes,
if only for a second
to warn others
calculating the distance
neurons and skin,
reflections in water,
ponderous panting
and her mind is like a
repeat
'twas written whilst the rain poured onto the roof of my conservatory