BLIND

A flash of lightning has tossed my thoughts of beauty and sound of rain into a thousand flakes of premonitions and scoops of distractions...distractions by inhibitions...inhibitions by "growth"...growth of bad consciousness...bad consciousness by my sleeping senses...thrusted upon me by my elapsing years and stolen genuinity....am blind...blind to the rain...blind to the crawling drops on my window glass...to its coolness...to life!