your misty self, the one that swirls in the sky
is rising new
your misty eyes, that blink in the sunshine
wear a disguise
please, no photos at the end of the dream
no record of the archival self
don't sign the guest book, dear
just go away, like steam at play
you are a friend of the clouds
you rise in the morning light
you turn around to see yourself
you are gone
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