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	Glass Rain Hypergrowth
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Glass clouds frosted with rain
Dipping under purple lamps above West Drive
Their umbrellas are eyes staring back
Like cataracts

The hiss of their hydroplane tires through my earbuds
Sizzling in an autumn oil
Broiled
Descending on the clouds down to the light at the intersection across from
	the UHS and the Texas Roadhouse
The smirk passing me by on the highway
The smile parked in my driveway

Something stirring in the pot
The ripples are waterstriders
I am counting the legs

Everyone traveling like suitcases filled with black holes
Insides in knots around metal rods of hesitance
Hinges of doors that only open when the Sun is shining hymns out of some
	ancient text or spiritual hivemind
Doors without windows or locks

Purple lakes filling up the lots under my feet
Like a lavender pool
Waiting for a patient swimmer to sit and simmer
Over a flame

My umbrella weeps marigolds on the porch
After a passage of steam

The cattails still sit spinning idly in the painting on my wall

Something is always moving
Always spinning
Always blooming

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Why wait until after the rain?