IT ALL ADDS UP

I am the undercurrent of your shadow.

A breath between beats.

Breezes move past like years of

facts we claim to achieve.  Words

become festivals of flow; engines of

fire, strong with grace.

Sometimes when alone, memories speak

to me while angels weep of loss,

under the welcome cover of clouds.

It’s all simple in a complicated way.

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