Something slipped between sheets of rain

as I watched wind bend my birch backwards.

I felt the same anxiety as when Tesla revealed trouble with his retinas.

I can relate. I think.

I too am unsure of the shape of reality

in the face of forces we can’t define.

In the name of dreaming, I beg for more

time, more space, and a little understanding.

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