Heads Across the Sky
Oh, buoyant sky!
Oh, bashful clouds!
Caught between
My skull and space
Intangible poise
Masterfully laced
Unique dimensions
Concoct bountiful art
The seminal work
We work within
The prized piece
We puzzle to piece
With peace and numbers
With virtuous grease
Some sunny days
The bulging clouds
Leave me blurred
Their pristine white
Their tender texture
Draped like fine silk
Coating iris dreamy
Floating unchained
So fierce and feathery
The artist's innate pastiche
To replicate raw emotion
When peering at fluffy skies
The impetus remark
After beholding such beauty
Is a bold, magnetic "why"
Mysterious craft perfected
Sans author, sans glory
Halt your hurried tracks
Look to the peeling welkin
The reeling billows
Of rolled dice
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