Looking  through the invisible
to a world with a sturdy frame
temperature is being imported
from the harshest parts
the rain is absent and shiny blue
torments the here and now
as waiting for the warming glow
all bones wish for it most

Artificial means keep the shivers
in containment while eyes blink
grey numbness in perpetual
yearning for living arts return
from the depths of ponds and dead leaves

Clouds forever stumbling with grace
moving fast with Iridescence presence
and a glow with the blanketing motion
a few degrees more would have the skin
asking in almost biological shouting
for the right to be unhidden


This is where the eyes meet the day
when the mind is alone and thoughtful
pondering the wind(ow) that is life

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