Cirrocumulus

each insignicant wisp of cloud

silhouettes a cardinal whole

catches your thoughts aloud:

maybe it was the distance that allowed you to hear it all at once –

not in an unforgiving cacophony – 

everything, just everything: 

Everything unfolds and presents itself to you, 

Bare. There. Fair.

It’s You’re all here.

All the pieces of you,

Undone; never any clearer,

And you have never felt so alive.

Light clouds heavy with tears,

you are a splitting image of gratefulness, 

of near hope and accepted fears.

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