ender

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

they say they’re open-minded 

until i open my mind

it’s over

it’s all over

gone in an instant

memories all that remain

the wind buffets my windows 

great gusts gushing to greater heights 

they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home 

but i'm fine with that 

so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket, 

He who sees without eyes,

he who’s earth and yet flies,

he who lives and yet dies,

who is he?

He who speaks without thought,

he whose theft is uncaught,

he who’s desperately sought,