Up there the sky has a certain way of imparting,
More than clouds.
Take its mood for instance and translate.
Sometimes matching the observers who gaze upwards.
Stationed in a half moment’s gaze.
Watching the punctured holes of sunshine.
Freed.
The invisible substances.
Raining down.
Brushing shoulders with them.
As light is brought home.
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