An Ocean of Clouds: One Year Ago Today
(upon remembering, standing on the western edge of the Andes, staring at a sea of clouds which is the only thing between us and the Pacific Ocean far, far below)
an ocean of clouds hovers in front of me
thick and light like balls of cotton
it pushes up slightly and breaks over the ground where I stand
I am nothing
I am flat on my back with the weight of clouds and memories
bearing down
my body shivers as much from cold as from
the absolute ecstasy of finding myself on the inside of a cloud
the ground loses meaning
I might as well be dreaming or flying or dead
the parts of my body too lose meaning
disconnected
atoms of my brain scatter, lost in salty cloud breath
I can smell the pacific
hear and feel the waves crashing over me
I am lost and found
I am nothing
thoughts occur in pieces
mixed with brine, hydrogen, oxygen, cotton and the secret parts of clouds
each one carried in a different direction I can not even conceive of
as I am cycled back to the beginning of time
in an infinity of pieces and
a shattering of essence
into salty ocean womb
and the warming of the sun
I am nothing
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