Shape Shifters

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Caught on the cusp of a cloud

In wisps of pink ribbon

Not floating exactly:

Pummelling through unborn rain –

A dream of laughter.

I turn a grain of sand with the tip of my tongue

Against conch-teeth.

As my body dissintegrates into the surf,

Time swirls.

 

Daily Prompt: Sudden Shifts