My mundane thoughts
typically distract
with future tales and past guilts

then, the clouds drift by.

then, the rain pours.

air fills my lungs while
a warehouse of words tumble
off the shelves
See, these flies buzzing
wings humming,
tiny feet landing
persistently offending

someone once asked me why, I
even bother

and I said for one

Glimpse of the Divine

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