c l o u d l i g h t

there is so much world

and the window is cracked

for blowing globes of smoke

 

( what else is there to know - )

with heavy eyes, late morning

is crude and coming soon

 

with opportunity and the same song

early afternoon, and the day is

already long - there is nothing

 

much of what’s here, i made it

for presence and prayer, for

a stagnant heaven, i stay still

 

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