the rain tried to raise a riot and the songbirds flew straight into the storm. they sang a song so beautifully to the sky / a song i’d only ever heard my grandmother sing / thunder and lightning danced in the same rhythm. cry cry cry, said the cloud. ich strahle, ich fliege. ich habe keine zeit, ich habe kein leben mehr. i begged the sky for mercy and got held under water. ich fliege, sage ich. you left the world in peace and my brain turned into a battlefield. filth, i called it. utter rubbish, we agreed on that. a disguised miracle, is what it turned out to be. cry cry cry, said my brain. ich fliege, sage ich. i held my hands up to the sky, ich fliege, ich strahle. was will man mehr? i’ve never liked seeing you grow as i only got to stay in a body with legs shaking like a fawn’s, a body with too much skin around my ribs & a face so d r a w n out my brain could never keep up. cry cry cry, said my ribs. cry cry cry, said my shaking legs. cry cry cry, said my face. ich strahle nicht mehr, ich bedauere.