The sky was black with night
Yet there was light, a mechanical light
That made the land like day.
A loud light that made fair weather stormy.
The rain was not moist
And did not make for growth and green.
It did not fall gently, soothing and cleansing the soil.
This was a new rain, sharp and painful.
The forest opened and the earth fell in
Black and brown and red.
Yes the red, pooling beside the life
It supported just seconds ago.
Next to me there was a sound,
A faint sound, a struggling sound,
“Take what lifr I have left, for it is no longer mine.
Live life for me and as we live together
As one you will be stronger.”
Now I am two.
How and when will I be strengthened?