something that is ‘i’ looks out at something that is ‘you’, asking too many rhetorical questions zeugmatically

you smell of rain, and dark belanterned sky, of sheets of water,driven at odd angles to reality, or was it horizontal? i forget. you sound like dripping silences, complete with rattling rooftops, shards of skylines tinkling at sunrises, or maybe sunset hours. i do not remember. your eyes are monuments to galaxies, passing and of […]

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my own weather

in a world complete with abstractions, i come with my own sunshine, my own wind – the thunderstorms all around me are all of my own making. the clouds over mountaintops, the rocks teething from sod, the devious moonbeams are all of my own weather. to be or to do, to drizzle, or come down […]

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