Before the Clouds by Michael Channing

Before the Clouds

by Michael Channing

it all seems heavier at night
the rage of all those eons heaving down upon you
the stars amassed and spat back at you
the moon is yours alone to carry
and you dream a river's dream of a wide and warm accepting embrace
a return to the formless from which you were dripped
before the clouds thought you and mixed you with the dirt
and stacked you fragile beneath the sky in the lonely dark

Was It Ever Any Easier?

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