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Entry 1:

if you ever look hard enough

between the clouds

giant though they may be

and scary and dark at times

if you squeeze your eyes enough

until you start to tear

the clouds dissolve

within your own blurriness

and shines through

this opaque film of liquid glass

the illuminating sun

and all the tempests you endured

shall turn into stars

that’s what hides behind the clouds

stars and stardust and a clearer day

Entry 2:

no fiction has best beaten yet

the stories that I would concoct

sitting on my bedroom’s floor

and staring at the sky

green was the carpet then

unicorns and wizards and dragons

fighting in the eldest tapestry

of the uncaptured sky

a mosaic ever shifting, reassembled

giants, fairies, bears

dancing aloof in the still

of the unstill canvas

whereat I’d stare for hours

and listen to the murmur

of universal celestiality

once, I’d seen an angry rabbit knight

charging against a cloudy patch of carrots

and I ran into the office

led my mum by the hand

rushing all the while

and went to point exactly

at the heir, the armoured fluff

Nonsense, darling she said and

killed the sky, murdered it

with the cold press of blazing

iron and all the adventures

that I saw once in this masterpiece

of a frame, had now evaporated

into pure gas, H₂O, water cycles,

mundane vagueness of stiff explanations

I mourned the sky, I cried for her

I wept for years

until mother started slowly

patching the green carpet with

blue cloth and grey cloth

and needled it pinch by pinch

until I no longer cared

to cry, no longer cared to

sit and stare, for the was

nothing vivid to look at

I only lay on a carpet that

was never mine, at times suffocating

in its hues - I lay

empty of thought or emotion

under a rotting corpse

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18 / How did the sky look like? (#escapril)