"With Rain-drops Swell"

Suffocation and persuasion,

Of submerged berries;

Swinging with fish

The ceiling that wasn't meant to be;

For the blush is washed-away,

The sunlight is abluted

Destiny is what destiny was,

Cohesion of past:

Reveries of crybabies,

When clouds began bursting,

I saw them rolling out tears,

With salty sprinkled hue,

The attire round berries,

Swung with newborn wings,

How poor are ripened things,

The flesh & meat they sell

With rain-drops swell.