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21.viii.26
clouds
are travelling again
they come from nothing
from the Land of None at All
they are becoming all sorts
as they go
you know – the islands, animals
scaled up
yet lack ambition
they look to take things lightly
but they weigh much more
some crawl
or a cruel wind whips
clouds on their way
you might think some are sleeping
else watchful, take a care
we need them
each a little destiny
who will watch until they’re gone?
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