Palliative changes in atmospheric conditions

As my mind eases into rainy conditions,
The breath charges this body with
My most pluvial endorsement.
The heat alights my dreams and
Is conducted into an ocean of oxygen,
That is painted in all colors of the dark.
The instant stirs up hope
Like discrepancies in temperature
stir up thunderclouds:
A mutiny of confidence,
A yearning to be navigated by fear no longer,
A renouncement of stainless steel in favor of
Humble rust,
Profuse in petrichorian promises.

Kerim Mallée

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