Clouds
Sweaty hiding in my car Foggy night hiding every wishing star Typing a ditty out without thinking Omniscient intelligence laughing, winking Indulging my boldness to try communing even before my lightwaves are done attuning Anchored in this 3D realm's tumult Defying dogmatic dictate and nihilism cult Sensing silence's silken sestina Nailing dark's dreamy dirge down Calling clouds to collect their delicate diaspora Run over by and reeling from sledgehammering sound Trustworthy truism clutched close against me Elapsing hours sharpen night vision immensely Keys tapping as a drizzle patters my windshield Writing physics of adjacent reality revealed Alley-ooping angels revising, correcting Sturdiest science heightened acuity pre-empting even faster than I can count the pillars crumbling How lucky to be gifted revelation forever humbling Subtracting stricken absolutes from fragmented facts Inviting isolation's visitors into the open Calling clouds to uncloak population of absence Built better by a beckoning that binds up what's broken