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Clouds moving by(e)

Whilst your ash(e)

Fly(e)s

Onto your hands

That have aged

At age twenty-four

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The clouds

Moving faster than I thought they could.

So fast.

The way a globe spins for a fourth-grader.

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I realize

Lots of things.

You’re happy.

You’re confused.

It. Is. Ok.

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I listen to my beloved friend(?)’s voice

And feel clear;

Sinus, slam-the-door clear.

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Breathe, you dummy.

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