5.28.00

I know you are somewhere under black rain clouds watching the rain come; and I know that you are alone as I am. Though the tendrils of cloud reaching toward the earth stitch close the distance between us, you are yet unreachable. But I'm glad for these moments, these glances across place to your soul, when I see what you see and remember that we course along the same current. Time is synonymous with when, not now or never; time is my ladder to that atmosphere where we meet, transcendent.

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