where are you now?

gliding there and back of the distant from up 

here you think

letting go of a string that's starting to get 

run-down

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wherever I go there's a place for me

I am a child of the clouds 

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why do I see her there? 

the silence is louder than time, itself. 

attached to a spread of ailments 

this word of venom spreads the color blue 

furthering this loud silence across the planet 

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the sickness is this glue to a sandwich 

meant to be eaten 

the blue and green being thrown together on a 

table. 

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wherever I look, I am a child of the clouds. 

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what is time? 

their running - becomes sprinting. 

all making blueprints amongst the green 

footprints darkened further

in the currents -- I see 

the trying to hide the green from blue 

not overlapping but feeling defeated. 

the strings getting entangled together - 

wrapping and breaking down to nothing 

the clock ticking down to the moments of one.

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why break it? 

the strings breaking faster the sound of the 

scissors cutting - 

I see me, I see them 

I am their child of the clouds. 

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why blue? 

more blue surrounds them below

looks as if a freezer were to explode 

and contain earth in the frozen arms from down - below

the freezer beneath me. 

the world being covered - 

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under the world of the child of the clouds.