ordinary clouds on a thursday
afternoon overhead.
All is shaded and gray.
old testament in my skin.
i was there you know.
when calcium became bone
and marrow became life.
now the branches in the sea
have never swayed me.
yet still my kidneys unravel such
strange sands.
and the shores have all become
my diciples.
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