rain vs river

it's not like falling through the gaze
of yet another standby attention shifter
and hear the tumbling second
between inhale and speech
that tells you so much more
than all the words that pours
subsequently like chilled syrup
sickenly sweet apologies
from relentlessly babbling
but obviously sealed lips

 - and shrinking defensive
in polite resignment -

no, this is grabbing the duct tape
and sealing off that nausea hole
once and for all

it's not like sprinting a stairway
with spite as the sole companion
for no other reason than defeating
the altitude and multitude
and mind numbing acid milk
burning thighs and will alike
just to discover yet a climb
ever inviting and mocking
hiding just out of sight
until the last step greets
the worn down soles

 - and heading down again
defeated by mere concrete -

no, this is boiling pain as fuel
and taking the fist daring steps
towards legend

it's not like rain
no, this is the river