Oh repressive sun
send in your clouds
I dare
Enough of this light
stuff I can see but can't
All you send
is really reflection
I can't touch
barely a little warmth
my stove burns faster
Yet somehow
you spin almost everything that moves here
or maybe
just what crawls
and scratches the surface
Send in the clouds
rain my thoughts
out of mind
Too small
and as fleeting
as this light
I can't hold
I'll just stay here
and watch the cracks
fill
As it all runs away
to the big ocean
Something
I can
always still
go find
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