The
sky is mixed
in
light and dark
in
clouds as wisps
and
solid puffs
of
white against
which
the thinner
ghosts
of darkness
contrast
and cross
You’re
sorting out
your sanity
in
particles
that
make no sense
that
paint themselves
as
part of one
big
picture that
rips
itself apart
Do
you hate it
here
so very
much
that you could
never
love me?
The
sky screams rain
and
sunlight in
scattered
layers
across
the valley
Whatever
card
you
hold you drop
down
on the floor
but
never bend
to
pick it up
for
fear that it
might
complicate
your
situation
Look
out below
but
not above
explanations
reek
and wander
like
to wonder
like
to ask you
where
she went to
when
she went away
Condense,
let go
and,
dropping down,
don’t
wave goodbye
as
if it matters
the
waiting’s free
the
wonder not
but
it’s the chill
that’s
bound to kill you.
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