it almost depends which window you look out of
the kitchen one shows me rain and grey,
but from my room I see the blue sky, clouds,
sun peeking through. at one point
looking up from my screen I notice in the slight distortion
of the building across the street's windows that
it is raining, raining and sunny, raining and sunny at the same time.
it all seems such a clear metaphor, the confusion of my mind,
life, the world, a matter of which window, panes we open and close,
everything a process of opening and closing, letting be,
a matter of perspective.
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