cloud
darkness and light
gloom and freshness
flesh of water
condense, expanded
I write my letter.
When it reaches
you
will be wet
fresh and pure
questions, responses
floating certain, unsure
breathing
without gasping jam
my love will reach
your bones
your blood…
Your cloud
will arrive,
a while ago
I was looking upon you
now you above me
expression of experience
a moving sense of space.
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