In this rain every day — it's all one and

In this rain every day — it's all one and the same. It falls so long that puddles dammed up in my eyes. Today I forgot to wash my face: I grew afraid of water. And the drops of rain go mad little by little: I fall with them. Down! And I don't agree, I clung to the height, pushing apart Gravity's pitchforks. That's how Freedom taught me — she has no Mass — she laughed, smashed laws, tangling whole classes in the machine code: Everything that loves you sooner or later goes underwater, turning my emptiness into your bad weather.