i_have_contemplated_the_clouds raze sometimes you see faces. or animals. or inanimate objects. sometimes you see yourself. today i saw a tendril of scentless smoke drifting west. it was the first letter of my given_name. there was no mistaking it for anything else. i watched a thin trickle of jet exhaust stab it through the heart, harming it into something more ornate than an upside_down cane. then the sky swatted it away, and there was nothing to see but ragged tufts of distant cotton hungry for harvest. i soaked them in the sweetest brine i could cough up on such short notice. all i tasted when i opened my mouth to speak was the vast emptiness of air too cold to call itself a friend. somewhere beyond the scope of my vision a hawk screamed to stake out its territory, and i sighed to mark my own. 230308 what's it to you? who go blather from