Though the sky remains ensconced inluminescent clouds jealously guarding
the sun from my longing eyes, clouds
looming like large evil airships, I know
that soon, maybe tomorrow
The clouds will lift and the sun will return
to me, just read about prayer for a brick
wall that was answered by a spider’s web
proving à la quantum physics that con-
sciousness changes the world
Influences everything to meet our needs
once we ask for survival things, I need
the shine of the sun in my heart, I shall
don my hat and sit in the shade and
enjoy the incandescence
When my beloved sun returns, stretch
my legs to soak up the sun while reading
something good…
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