they remain though not to be seen
not by my eyes
and even as the globes close
the canvas runs through my head
a fifteen minute glimpse of that eternal diorama
everything caught in flash frame
plodding through man's creation
if i get down, look up
or spend hours on my drained back
given the opportunity i take it!
learn what i can from brothers above who see so much
they are nebulous and direct
we rely on, fear and welcome them in sporadic spurts
they are constant and man can do nothing to dissuade them
Al Gore says we can but that's a convenient lie
second in creation and ever since inspiring
dreamers artists lovers and poets
all become one in your muse
maybe we'll meet again tomorrow
maybe i'll love you
maybe i'll hate you
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this is entirely about clouds but i didn't allude to it like i though i did. ugh.
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