In Charge

Sorrow reigns
yet tears won't fall
the air is heavy with moisture
yet there is no rain
and nothing seems as it should

the soul in stasis
becomes the mood
as if the energy of spring
had escaped our atmosphere

flowing through a black hole, perhaps
to some unknown realm

and there is nothing that can be done
to hurry it's return
for it incubates
in the magic and mystery
of the universal womb

No matter our control
we never really were in charge
were we…?

? Michaelette ?

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