Tonight it is raining over New York City. And towers of rain stand in the streets Between towers of light, and shatter Over your upturned face as it rises To the sidewalk among subway shoals.

Tonight a secret is being born. You hear rustling of hands Tearing open the envelope of What you know. At your feet Eddies of a scattered alphabet, A trace of ash left on your eye Lash by a sudden lightning flash.

Tonight something is opening Its wings among the fissures of Your scarred heart. You must Now find its name hidden in All these unread lines of rain.