Today, the sky is bleeding out
There is a shallow rhythm in the air
Interrupted intermittently by sharp octaves 
Of many different rooftops, 
Draining into small temporary oceans
The music of heaven meeting earth
In a sloppy wet kiss
And in that cardle moment 
Of things from above sinking 
Without effort into the ground
It is clear;
All things are possible under clouds.

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