THE COLLUSION OF CLOUDS
trying to cling, soil erodes,
moving with mayhem seditiously.
the collusion of clouds, mocking,
as the roots of the house
horde their portentous possessions.
the wind and waves, crescendo
near the cliff’s edge, calling out ghosts
with wispy talons, to drag
the clutter of centuries to the grave.
revelation of time ne’er befall
the current occupant, tangled
in the foregone conclusion -
the dash...
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