for rainy days

on a grey dawn
with an insistent splashing
look at me, look at me
im content inside
the glass house
with tea and samosas
to look to hear and ignore
the deathless pull of space
for we in our autistic dissonance
quite forget respect
for the earth, whose life
is entirely made
of our differences
and you and I, we dance
differently, I do not care
for your same olds
for one more minute, aa
and you cannot change
with the speeds
of night follows day
and thats ok fundamental
not cause to power
your boxes make worlds
and my art makes life
and we are true
in opposite days
to the roots and the trees
the flowers and the seeds
and we will make space
when the bones can sing