All he wanted was to leave
His traveling bag and find himself Elsewhere, preferably as high As possible, as north as Guelph. She, on the other hand, wanted to set Aside those material brushes and carve Statues with her mind and shine light, Even if she had to starve, And meanwhile, not too far away, A hot air balloon in the shape of a brain Left behind the hills of Surrey, But still could hear the wailing of Cain, And on Jupiter, cloud built upon cloud, Thick and waxy, a thousand miles Above the start of a storm that threatened To raze its bluffs and defiles. And the reservoir was drained, the dam Walls cracked, mold began to show, Until the rain began to fall, At last, gentle, soft, and slow.
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