Never Been Known
by Graham Myres
Sooner or later,
the rain falls, all the taps are left on, and the water flows out
over all of us, and we bathe in delicate light, which proves its
existence through reflections.
Tender rain, summer rain, falls all around us, and begs us to find a path
through
its columns.
...it's like a dream, where there is no sound, except for Nick
Drake, who, like the Chesire
cat, is always there, floating on the limb of some random tree,
and he is welcome.
Pathes through an olive grove, three hours from sundown.
Pin this feeling down, pin it to your eyes,
like a cloud wafting up from the scenery, and suddenly
you find a story
That's never been known.
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please note this is what I think it's supposed to be tabbed like
