they will sunrise again

cotton candy aqua and magenta sunrise clouds

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are transness

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are queer

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are umbrella

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because queer lives always expect rain over sun

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but clouds aren’t linear, just blended without end

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without matching silk to thread the identities, the moving pieces together for others to get it

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because the clouds are ignorant white fluff to those with an untrained eye and being noticed first because another is the purest of white clouds, the biggest clouds with the most streaks and stripes

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but what is biggest, most noticeable ?

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when the clouds move even though we can’t tell?

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and look different, feel different, swirl different, every minute of every non-binary day

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but are the clouds always gray in Brazil?

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is trans genocide meteorologist approved?

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are black and brown skies doom to you?

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is pitch black apocalyptic always a bad thing?

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because the media is in love with it wants to ram it until money drips out without end

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and following sunrise , clouds change and transform , morph into continuity and similar and nobody questions it because it’s their nature , it’s known , it’s accepted

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sun dials are beige and gray and black hued cracks of concrete slabs that silently observe humans circling and dancing around their unshakable truth

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times have changed

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gold clocks today adorn al silver but rusted aluminum fragile hands , need batteries changed because of rainbow acid leaks, acid trips, and limited ability to be forever

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when did malleable and fragile become norm?

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when we used to work around nature , around science without doubt

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trans lives should be cotton candy aqua magenta sunrise, and every sunrise should be this

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always certain to show up the next day .