From the recording The Synth and Poetry Album

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still, and listening 
to a new rain just glistening
and sounds, coming in, and out
hardly there
moving about
but still sitting

i come here sometimes
to keep it steady
and watch my breath collect
and fall 
and join the drops of water
gather with others on the leaves of the poplar trees

each time, sinking in
to something deeper than what I am