Swirling of clouds covering noon
Bending sunlight to the commandments of midnight
Uncertainty characterizing the storm
Boiling water whistling through valves
Losing true bits of soul through plastered cracks
And spreading the corners of my heart
So dangerously thin
Until the electricity crackles and jumps
Between fragments of me
Communicating secrets like the
Static of dollar store talkies
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