Eyes of clouds watched with

swollen curves as the earth passed

below, its streets busy and sidewalks

solid paths of souls colliding and then

draining off, opening doors, filing in

and out with random irregularity.


The day is a flash of courage on a

millennial stage, as the sands of people

speak of how snowflakes are different,

forgetting their own uniqueness.


There’s an agitation between the space

clouds. The sound of cities. The

escaping steam from catacombs below

while a cloudburst sets feet into pinball

running, hurrying to destinations just

beyond the next corner.



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