and the clouds fret and blow

and the sky peels away
and my heart beats hard
as I face the day, all blue, all glow
with thoughts of you inside my head -
	how you are fey
	how you are charged
and how I grow and billow
in this wind of change that sweeps me
that dusts me gold and red
that makes me like a riverbed
overflow: the rush and sluice
the danger cascade
and no logs to keep my head
above water
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