the being is closed for repairs
pigeons are whining on the roof
rain unrelenting on the pane
but somehow my veins are containing me
something beats its wings against my chest bone
Yes! I’m alive yet the world is groaning
he is gone from here
my body fights to make life
and my blood likes joy
cannot sit in pools
flows inside some energy stream
past stagnating dam of mind
the noisy body reasons to stay thriving
through despair and repair