Do you know who I am?
You are a cumulous cloud, hurried across the night sky;
a gilded watch winding down;
rime ice melting with the sun's rise;
the needle of a compass ordained to northern dust;
a wave propelled to breaking point;
a footprint at the ocean's edge;
indigo in daylight;
a thrall to things unseen.
John Walter Taylor
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4 October 2024
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