Odilon Redon, Flower Clouds


The moon grows and shrinks
in ancient cycles, but I, but each of us
born, in a moment between if and never—
more like a cloud . . . the endless possibilities.

Sometimes the Oracle gets right to the point. She also knows what we talked about at dinner last night.

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