Acceptance

Waiting for the chaser
The rainmaker
Has gone to hide
Leaving the morn mass side
Loiter to sprinkle
On the sorrowful wrinkle
Leaving behind in bury
Healing the injury
Filling the cracks
Of lumpy tracks
Moving beyond measurable deep
Letting to unzip
So as to get worm
Confessing to affirm
Allowing to be drown
Egos of the crown
To live with the essence
Of universal acceptance.