Purple bodies stare at vacant clouds
unspoiled by certain recent collapses.

Two flare-ups reinfuse cloud forms
we thought we’d reframed before.

Such uncovered celestial vacancies
tease minds — yet ease visions.

No one knows exactly what goes on
in the clouds, or here on earth.

We’re only small conjectures as we
flare and fade like solar winds.

. . . . .

Susan Powers Bourne
Tiferet | Day Three