a dream: so real i awoke shaking;
where did i go?
again, i catch my reflection in your face.
a face: more familiar than my own;
love making the anger ebb,
lately, my mind afire with memory.
a memory: that tesmpestuous panic;
a gut-sick feeling,
yes, but this is what we live for.
a life: as changing as the sky;
now pregnant and swollen with storms,
and then, the pouring burst.
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