Intimations
The sky broke, it did not rain,
the clouds did not part,
a faded blue did not fade away,
behind that, an intimation,
a featureless back-lit gray
watched.
Eyes blinked, heads turned,
a silent cacophony plucked
at a collective deafness.
Some presumed, other's assumed,
but all knew
that the space between us, and the All,
was as fragile as the air in our lungs
or those turbulent skies
behind our eyes.
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