Black rain
 
the school's prow catches on the descending sky
rending a jagged strip in the dark fabric
Indigo patches cascade out of the deepening chasm, towards
earthsunk crocodiles  Hatches creak, and explode, letting in
torrents of ideas
 
on the horizon, the mountains pause for breath,
then hurl their bleak thoughts in cries
against the oncoming city
again and
again
in the midst of falling streams, it's folly
to believe in time.