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