Something Is Coming
i am a cloud drifting
no balance shape shifting-
with no destination comes
open exploration-
corners of a mouth gaping
in question- slight detection-
something is coming.
my spirit grows, accumulates
environ-mental factors,
falls with sudden bravado-
collapses in itself- dripdrops
bits of me, floods- blots-
stops time & rebuilds stronger,
only to falter once more
(over & over again).
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