my love,

I saw a face in the clouds that
had an altostratus for it's eyes
and I asked it how God expects me to
stay in love with this core of being alive

the cloud didn't speak
because a cumulus had stolen it's tongue
but it showed me an image on it's walls
of everything that it had already become

the cloud used to be a flood in Paris
and once it was in Montreal as falling snow
the cloud transformed into a puddle in Jakarta
and vacationed as a mist in Bordeaux

the cloud believed in reincarnation
because it had never found it's end
the cloud has survived a hundred years
because it isn't afraid to transcend

I’m haunted by what the face in the c...

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