Beat The Clouds

'It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.'

'You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.'

(but we can use
the embittered salt
in the rain, streams
of our eyes

to soften, the dry leaves
of ill-fate - at least enough
to imbue them
with malleability, enough
to render them, comprehensible...)-L. B. Mek

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