Exile







Exile


Terrified. A cloud
sleeps alone in the sky.

I look at the bottom of my glass,
search for what is to transpire,

& what will not befall.
A tall, blond, green-eyed man

white as my cloud,
without an appointment

shows up, wakes me
from the dream.

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