There are cars in the distance that sound like
waves, and they fill the air with emotion
while the humidifier breams and like
the seas, imbues the time with due motion:
Which is to say: I make the most of this
ambiance, hearing and feeling despite
the clammy tautness of skin gone amiss,
three dimensions of time and space and light:
Unlike Boreas, my sky is dewy,
my thoughts verdant and my dreams oh so blue –
If I could share the things I get to see! –
and my shadow quivers, oh so soulful:
The deepest azure is the horizon,
and it girdles this stagnant environ.
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