Clouds 1 + 2 = 9 [sonnet]

Posted on Jan 20, 2015 Updated on Mar 27, 2017

For longer than my longing can recall,
an unformed cloud has floated in my sky.
Condensed from rain out of a waterfall,
it posed an answer (puzzle) in a why.

I struggled hard to understand its form
and asked why it was by itself up there.
“I am a mirror hung here to inform
you of your fate. No more need you despair”.

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