soft

pulled in to the earth

by the weight

full

lost in the pale

thick with darkness

catching sunlight

crushing, all around

every texture on earth

will be found here

a wall to dive through

to clutch, to squeeze

as if the rain just needs more pressure

you could as easily bruise the sky

as sense her mist on your cheek

at the crest of the mountain

catch the first drop in your palm

taste the mouth of every river

wild as any weather

dense as any cloud

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