fragmented wisps

not secretive

just woven the burden of heaviness

not empty

but rather flooded with

oceans of intensity

not pale

only fragile regrets that linger

not sullen

but rather weeping nostalgia

so as the mountain pierces

the cloud dome

understandings come only

in fragmented wisps

up there all alone

suspended by

the shifting breaths

the fiercest grace

is driven only by defiance

seizing her mystery

with soft spoken surrender

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