angst cycle (iii)
[Ƨ] (iii)

the sky is rolling a rainstorm
under the forever blue of the cold winter
the will come and has come but isn’t here

and out of the corner
a sharp and sudden movement
a cloud flees as fast as a shocked mouse

a window flapped
opened itself

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