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Ode to the Sky Judge

Let the Sky Judge judge me, not the words in books,

Let me trust the rulings of the sky, not peoples’ looks;

When clouds cluster in tumultuous play sprinkling April showers

Let me celebrate the party, jostle, merge, float with flowers;

When clouds stretch horizon-wide in grey striations their sodden bands