birds

i can hear it now/i never knew what it was until five minutes ago/the rain/the pouring rain/god's fingers ferociously typing away at this keyboard we call earth/directing us where she wants us to go/program without end/she must have been tired last summer/wanted to give us a break/let us choose our own path for a brief while/she's back at it though/back at it this time with purpose/it explains the lethargy/the tired/the reused underused overfucking used that i see in every eye i catch/the burnt the fuck out/the nothing else matters but sleep right now/we are being recharged/renewed/it's draining at first but at first glimpse of that sunlight, our rejuvenator, our charger, improvements will surface/our little lives will become bigger our faces turned upward and corners of our mouths pointing North screaming THANK YOU for this THANK YOU for me/when we have exausted all that we have left those fingers will attack again the rivers grow the faces lose that passion and hearts turn to anger yet again/if, however, god should not type as she does, work like she does, to change us/to change this earth/we would never see the energy reappear/we would forget/i never want to forget/that energy/that beauty that i sense without sensation when i feel that sunrise on a wednesday morning and know that the birds will not seek refuge today/they will soar, dive, live as best they know/no more suffering/no more suffering/in that instant that we all turn our faces to the sun