It rains like glass

It rains like glass
Tonight. Great is the number that strikes over the
Wet lamps. They glow through the water-shine
This way and astray;

They glow through everything, everything that breaks. Easily,
On the limber asphalt cries a fracture:
Discord is the light that meets; divisive the palpable mind

Of the taste, the touch, and the tenderness
That gnaws—

The tapering of the limbs that crave

And dig through the sea of emptiness:

A rough conch howls forever hollow
Towards the world, 
Despite all that's inside;
Despite being absolutely full.

Dale Chou
2007-04-24