to live inside a cloud

angle
to view
the angels
wings white
unmarred

envy
the innocence
uncorrupted
uninterrupted
eternity

infinite
variables
puzzle heart
blind eye

sensations
repeated
another
response

opal jets
phantasm
mix mists
amethyst
wind broken
scattered

patchouli cloud
coaxes memory shiver
plunge softly
edges off

shifting
shape

beckoning

laughing

a sneeze

fire

my flame,
extinguished
by a whisper

a flutter
a whimper
cold

I'm left
hollow
burned
from the
inside out

nothing
stones
washed
smooth
alongside
a long
and winding
river

shadows
dance
in the
deeper parts
hard to see
me
cool and dark
an eddy
a vortex
for love

momento mori

my mother
compulsively
retained certain
bars of soap
wrapped in
paper bearing
the names of
hotels/motels
where she'd stayed
over many years
traveling
north to south
south to north.

I found them
when she died
and I've now
stacked them
balanced like
prayer stone
sentries
guarding
my bath

signal

faint beacon
endless fog
tiny blip
heard soft

familiar interpose
surrender time
promise drift
precious tide

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(image from Viking of fog on Mars)