a cloud briefly passed before my eyes
before I could touch its vaporous density
I was enthralled by its shimmering light
dancing lightly from molecule to molecule.
the things I can grasp flash into mists
as the things I can only fathom substantiate in front of me
the beginning is the end, for in the doing the thing is done.
and if each end signals a beginning, I fathom that a solid state is but a dream
and dreams are rooted firmly in the soil in my hands.
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