1  


This archipelago
of clouds
seen from above –


“isles of the blessed,”
yes,


though they aren’t islands,

are uninhabited,


cannot belong
(be long),


is what I meant.


   2

We are made up
of tiny rules.


The rules follow
themselves.


They try.

(We try.)

Nobody’s perfect.

Every one is perfect. 




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