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We Are As Clouds
We are as brief as clouds
Adrift and deeply wounded
We shed cold tears upon the surface of ancient rock
Carving ravines into the face of the Earth with our lament
To then vanish like smoke, tumbling and spiraling beneath a burning sun
© Mike Yost
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Vast
The Earth slowly turns its back
On a distant, dancing Sun
While serpentine winds
Drag clouds into oblivion
The weight of the sky
Fading black
Feels heavier
Feet held to rock beneath
I stretch my hands above
Eyes closed
Falling into the vast
© Mike Yost
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. . . and for whom?
“Over the river, the shining moon; in the pine trees, sighing wind;
All night long so tranquil-why? And for whom?”
-Hsuan Chueh
© Mike Yost
