The Daily Priapism

melodic was once the method
no longer, now in tune it rests with
the incorrect metronome
far from home
steadily it roams
not sampled, not a clone
disguised tune from another zone

catch the rhythm, damnit
trapped, faced with a different gamut
more notes than 1 can handle
the single grain sand castle washed away
by a proxigean vandal

so i continue to build
with this vessel i filled
with fragmented thoughts of what?
hoping its enough

although it never is
but better clever is his
patterns that almost seem to scatter
but somehow soothe like the patter
of drops from the sky
more than you can view with an average eye
give the third a try
but why
it wont get us by
it wont stop the cries

like that same rain, i get wet and remain
but later, there is no stain
and somehow, i have to maintain
dreading the day i must explain
why i only know the rain