Exterior Stone

Clouds rain

I'm proud to sustain

A shroud that I claim

I'm loud and insane

Time crowds who I blame

I'm sound, earthly bound the same

As you

See me highway fast through

Is true love only found up above?

For here its become clear

You must grab the wheel and steer

Like everyone else to some degree

If you hope to live peacefully

Underneath umbrellas happy

Smiling as rain taps the wired cloth straps

Or else you roam outside alone

Find your way home

Hoping someone comes knocking

Who has sensed warm flesh

Beneath your exterior stone. 

The End

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