I know

Tears light as air.

Eyes blind as cotton.

Faces both real and ethereal.

I watch the clouds

float past my window

like the exhaust

of dreams in transit.

When I close my eyes

I can see your soul

clear and deep as water.

I am full of tempests,

of cherished appetites,

of your never-ending fire.

I know. I know. I know.

–

A little scatter-brained poem

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