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I am right here my dear.
Shuffling within your ear.
That’s me in the corner,
The facile performer.
That’s me-to-your-rite,
In your pocket so tight,
Nestled in the smallest,
Secret chamber the universe shelters.
I’m infiltrating your psyche,
Whispering arrant arcanas idly –
A private audience within your ears…
Can you hear me yet?
And when I tell you that
I am sat on your shoulder,
It is closer to say that I
Perch in your cranium,
A restless succedaneum.
Rifling through your lashes,
With flickering flashes.
An adept pupil –
Eye, and more;
I’m walking the tightrope behind your irises…
Can you see me yet?
I am tour guide to
The tremulous labyrinth,
That shelters the very moment
Of your here and now,
The why and how?
Your inescapable there and then.
Where and when?
When the world suddenly feels misplaced;
I slip, silently, into your fingertips…
Can you feel me yet?
I cartwheel across the sky,
From Canadian goose to goose,
As you glance up at the clouds,
Trying to find reasons,
For these emotive seasons.
Explanations in a nutshell,
Within the circling cosmos,
Which seems to suspend you endlessly,
Yeilding time-worn, tickled taste-buds.
I am your shell.
You are my nut.
Can you taste me yet?
Esme's Cloud 
This is very lovely, and causes one to ponder; perhaps it is an answerless question as to what your ‘me’ is? I liked the line “An adept pupil –
Eye, and more”, a clever play on words, yet suggestive of the answer I cannot grasp – not quite awareness, or emotion, or sentience, or even what some call God. Then again, in the naming we make the mistake of finding our meaning in words alone: “People get all fouled-up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words, as if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary.” – Alan Watts
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Thank you H, for enjoying the piece and also for picking out a specific line, one I myself like a lot – it appeared before I was aware of it, which is always pleasing.
Love the quote. Some things are like straws of reality – they cannot quite be grasped, but are none-the-less enjoyable, possibly all the more-so for that. – smiles.
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Now I know why I feel tired usually, and mainly on the shoulders. It is you.
Have a pleasant week my friend
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I’ll eat less cake.
Promise.
sonmi wishing mak a fine week also from upon the Cloud
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I hope that helps cut the weight.
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nods a lot with a mouthful of cake
s.u.t.Cloud
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Haha
She lied. I can never trust the clouds and those who reside in them. You never know when they will cheat you lo
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syncing pupil play
beautiful
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Thank you Jess, I’m really most pleased you like it smiles. ❤
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