View Beyond

Where floating clouds are stained,

Strange madness penetrating skies –

Darkness thickening before billows

Can change,

Rays have no beam or wink

Between leaves, no trace of

Plume lingers in high tops

Of trees;

Swift breath of invisible breeze

Bakes in heat, dust lingering on

Polluted surface; time accelerated,

Too late for a cure.

Or maybe I'm a feathered ghost

Interwoven with migrating birds,

Carried through a ruptured mantle;

To where soul can rest in peace.

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