Shards of rain break down
As He walks his blistery path
His soles cracked and jagged
He stops for a drink of water

As he drinks, the water scars him
It leaves a line down his jugular
The scope of his defense leaves a mark
Ah, the blistering innocence

The glasspiece coursing thorugh veins
Mark its destination with suffering
Its movement traces an outline
A sihlouette carved out of wood

Motion if evanescent, ephemeral
The action outlives its intention
Movement embodies creation
And goes in hand with defeat