Condensation
Condensed,
thin as this paper
between the hard tug
of time and gravity
and the moist weight
of my fears
A puddle, a mere,
a human life;
still breathing,
thinking, wanting,
muddling through
I fear now, I must wait
in shallow dampness
for a warm sun to
dry these tears,
then rise and
become a
cloud
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