There Is No Random

The sorrow of phones,
The calm of coffee,
Gratitude for the
Past, that now
We are in

To not wipe away the
Rain, to not weep for
The wind, to hold on
And come home for
The abstract abc we
Clean out an array
Of colors random

Sized random
Drops picked
Up to plateau

Against reason

Again believing

That we may never again know happy
At the happy cost of never again knowing
Sad, obscured by the difference between not
To care not
Caring &
No cares

But always being in This World