I walk out underneath a familiar sky that which breathes birds rolls rain whirls wind shores stars a canvas of raucous joy and this morning that familiar sky jammed with white clouds like dry paper crumbled cracked now kindled with flame red and orange sparks spray treetops dance swaying like lit candles hills gleam, rivers beam and all wise men hold their breath Minute by minute this strange sky never staying still a world now stained smeared like hot wax from melted crayons colors bleed and brim every blade of grass every drop of dew a thousand mirrors mirroring miracles and all creatures sing and sing
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