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i am searching

for the signs

of the smallest

cloud

split to disintegrate

upon the ground

texture when floating where fingers can't reach

a wasted sense there is something to cover me.

Trapseless shell, fingering form

less, in its picture-placed signpost I moarn

I cast my eyes upward and then, seeing your grace,

let my hand grasp the last tendrils of your essence.

And i sense

you,

even when there is nothing to hold

i sense

you

and effortlessly let my heart unfold.

in you, ignoring what was barren and blue

Nothing can keep,

where clouds once flew.