Droplets accumulate, Take hold of the tiny hairs of my body, Absorbed with a dull thud into my clothes. My body is a fragile braille masterpiece Detailed by wind-blown goosebumps. Concrete, dense as it is, Is invaded in much the same manner. Air is pushed up from the cracks To make way for the moisture. I feel the larger drops slide down my arms And down the center of my back, Gaining weight with the pulling of Present smaller drops. Momentum. Shift and lay. Try and be concrete. Let the water fill me in. Let something fill me. Let anything. Be concrete. SAUCE00Momentum Jake Blues FiRSTiGRiE 19970329H