#941 - a cemetery for clouds

 

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a cemetery for clouds

 

clouds are only dreamt to be

gone when you won’t remember

 

each once had a name

now go as ghosts

to the unknown

 

still we leap

each to each

where clouds

defy our gravity

 

all the rivers ever ran

are oceans in the air

 

now crystal falls

now high coiffure

 

waves and sometime blossomings

punk steam

 

the crisscross thunder

as all applause disorients

 

though you won’t see

it spins for nothing

that’s all

 

and this is how it is to be

dead cloud on this that world