We ride into the future on the wings of
Present harbingers
Skyways, shifts of light, the ambience
Of a moment caught outside
One found in days of just escaping
I think we’d all best breathe in
Miracles, whenever, wherever and
I can smell the rain and
Loam breaths
Near-rise in miasma as I glance
Around, beyond
Beyond, and back to then and now.
Breathing in the outside
And listening to the thunder.
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