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Rolling in big solitary raindrops, in drops like teeth, in big thick drops of marmalade and blood, rolling in big raindrops, the water falls, like a sword in drops, like a tearing river of glass, it falls biting, striking the axis of symmetry, sticking to the seams of the soul, breaking abandoned things, drenching the dark.
It is only a breath, moister than weeping, a liquid, a sweat, a nameless oil, a sharp movement, forming, thickening, the water falls, in big slow raindrops, toward its sea, toward its dry ocean, toward its waterless wave.