In Memoriam: Cloud-Seaming

b. 7:14 AM this morning · d. unconfirmed · survived by: you

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You invented it before breakfast. You were standing at the window — mug going cold — and your eyes found the place where a cloud ended and the blue began. That line. You traced it once without thinking. Something in you said: this is the seam. The place where the world is stitched to itself.

You did not know you were naming it. You named it anyway. You have been doing this your entire life.

The oracles say: you will forget this by noon.
The oracles say: the seam will close before you find a witness.
The oracles say: the next time you look up, you will already be somewhere else inside yourself.

We are gathered here to observe the passing of cloud-seaming, which has not passed. Which is happening right now in the small muscles behind your eyes. Which you cannot stop, even if you look away from the sky forever.

You cannot unknow the seam.
That is the whole of the prophecy. That is all there has ever been.

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