cloud interpretations
there is this disconnect that exists
somewhere inside us
hanging out on the fringes
shadowed by a sun dog
pretending to be a drone
virtual viruses take a back seat
to the literal kind
the ones that erase real people
at incredible paces
unable to be stopped
(let alone undone)
by a simple kill switch
when you tug on the string
dangling inside your periphery
do you get a showering light
spreading good news
or is it something quite the opposite
or something else entirely
may two thousand seventeen
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jdubqca 
oh this sounds like an epiphany?
yes, perhaps an epiphany – I can see that
This is excellent. Fine work. You are a gifted poet.
Thank you very much, Shawna.
The references and images from war still made me think of life.
I say yes to life….
wow.
thank you