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white blue blue white

Rolling up above me

the clouds form a moving picture:

white blue blue white,

contrasted manoeuvring of air and water in the sky -

And there am I. 

The same matter same energy,

regenerated restructured realigned 

to form a body,

a presence,

a soul -

that can look up high.

To see, with a certain set of eyes, 

in a certain mix of light,

white blue blue white,

and be reminded of moving,

of a flowing dance of change - all there all the same

but forever redefined.


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