these clouds have a mind of their own.
or no mind. when I watch them
come and go
without reason,
without announcements,
they passover
on tip toes,
walking on wings I cannot see,
but only feel in the pores
of this skin held taut,
now filled with the weight
of these weightless clouds.
or no mind. when I watch them
come and go
without reason,
without announcements,
they passover
on tip toes,
walking on wings I cannot see,
but only feel in the pores
of this skin held taut,
now filled with the weight
of these weightless clouds.
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