descend as a cloud over the street where i live, over my home…. my life… all of our lives….. descend from the upper air…. from the heavenlies….. and pour forth divine mist, gently moisten  and reassure…. blush our cheeks like ancient rust…. left from ancient iron in the earth…………..

we all wonder and then suppose that we were perhaps meant for something….. descend in a cloud and do not remind us but show us….. take us in your  palm and show us….. blow us like a kiss to where we ought to be….. make us like you remembered us…….painful….. cutting….. gentle healing………….

lines across the karma strata there once was…… coming up from the deep and fathomless core…… your core……… my core……… our core….. and then…..never more obliterate……. 

earth twisting on axis…… apple peeling in your hands……. the season….. the reasons……. we trudge we make prints……. we make concessions and we make excuses…………

descend from a cloud oh heavenly mist….. make our skin glisten and smooth to be wiped new…. scrubbed with ancient worn weave……..

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