Rain Will Fall

Looking at the world go Trying to understand Electric wind blowing like A demon fan or a symphony of hatred Blowing angst off an immaculate stage How tranquil is an ocean Before a storm like a silent play Chanting thunder Dance naked and I feel So wired It's a personal voodoo running through my views Like blood With inhibition long gone And no sense Of space or time A weird vibration Don't know my right From wrong Rain will fall Poetry and motion Both rolling Both getting me high A shiver went through me A tidal wave I only felt inside It's an animal instinct That takes us over And we must survive Four brothers make the Mother Four brothers make it one