Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Cumulative Clouds

when you find yourself congested
wheezing and stuffed with remnants of cotton fluff
find a new way to spin them
in your semi-vulnerable and soft focused state
invent a new language
a series of symbols
with which to get your point across
some nuanced gestures to let your respondent know
that 'yes'...'yes'...(despite signs to the contrary)...
all is well however momentarily uneasy and unwell
one might feel...'yes...yes...yes'...
one season is waning but another waits in the wings
and hope is the thing that tethers

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