Perception

How can I see the clouds when you wonder is it going to rain?

When do I let go and become what you are trying to give away?

I was flicking through a newspaper just as you did

But you saw hollow heads and dispersed red

I thought of a friend and a temporal past.

I held my hand like wounds on a soldier and yet you fought like a child in danger

Caught in a breath unprepared to release

A future need

To be laid before his feet.

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