Out of the Cloud

this we obsess, pray or concentrate, this under
this kissing thing, we burn our thoughts, they are so
long. We send the weight of our hope, it's confetti- - -
you lay healing, dust of love come down like rice.

this we dream, dream not like illusion, we crave, race
this wild grappling of so many invisible meanings, we dare
to imagine melting, explosions and other acts of fracture
for you to be well, to yell, to heal, to come out of the cloud---
My belief breaths fire.