Weight has fallen on me
like a part of the sky, 
and life's hell getting up 
off the floor. 
Raise the blind 
and let the day shine in. 
Out with this gray into air. 
Darkness tones 
in our chinatown home. 
View of rain clouds
from the window, 
moving behind the pale of her face. 
A thousand circus mirrors 
cannot move a frown.
We are the real clowns, 
and the sun rarely shines 
our way. 
And when it does...