Sometimes I feel like a drop of water
clinging to a leaky faucet,
delicate and blue, holding on for dear life,
my slight grip slipping, succumbing,
falling on an otherwise quiet evening
stark and awkward against the dark static night.
The opposite of how a star shines:
I am just a monotone reminder of existence
and the intense weight of gravity.
-2007
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