THIRD LAW

Pressured night exerts
everted - stepped, catalogued
an incipient contact
shuttled in closeted rows
nattering by in breathy whispers
disbursed in glowing clouds of comment
settling comfortably - cold and fresh
hard rain against a wind sallied edge

adrift once more
a sea of cumulous words 
climbing restless to an alembic womb
spirited into vapour
to condense slowly over days'
dappled whiteness
ready to fall

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