it isn't anything, but it's not nothing.
the cloud doesn't realize the sky
—untranslatable—
the sky realizes itself containing a cloud.
a person is an argument.
when the cloud begins to understand
—all question, no answer, one exclamation—
it becomes a wisp disappearing into sky.
mirror mirror that is all.
there never was a cloud
—tipping point—
just a disturbance called a cloud.
the emptiness of glass
witnessing beingness
—believed to be a cloud—
not the heavy reflection.
beingness witnessing
the reflection is the glass
—no cloud, just sky—
light loves light.
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