my tears want to have wing suits on
be on the edge of the lower lids
no matter the drumed-up emotional means
to get there
and then to leap into flight
look for clouds to fly towards
with the hope of disappearing into them
never to reappear as tears
but maybe enter into the life of rain
rain in the eventual search of ocean
and the experience of oneness
once again . . .
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