Grey day, in candor and self
I am becoming, each slow moment
unrolling, as the thinness of a sheet
slept time and time again
leaks light, floor to sky
all white and glides
gentle as a kite
I cover the ocean and cloud bank
cresting cragged peaks
to the open air, now just breath
Evermore I float beyond seconds,
sight met with a glimpse
up so thin and high
the form of tomorrow,
early somber light
spills down the contours
like being pulled in wind,
trees and rivers,
I hold like skin
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