Closing over what is
And is yet to be, clouds
Climb out of the sea
On waves of what has been.
Then fog divided by
Fog again divided
Issues a quotient
Dividing one as well.
Future escapes its shell,
Crosses sand and follows
Shifting mist along the land.
I hope so.
ReplyDeleteThanks Suze! That we hope is a good sign that it is so.
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