Involuntary Weaves- Clouds

The dream of the fluffy fluffs the little Cutts of the curly cotton crafts Blow a bit they will fly ... Uncontrollably fly high out of sight Cringing the kite On the November's hectic moon ... They blew all over , covering the truths cocoon.. First Across the half bowl Next they made it to the sol Partly obscured the positive vitamin D deficiency ... Up the river there's the swirls no blinding rims... Just grey fizz Just grey shaded foam.. As they form More and more grey they become .. Full moon dates one of you come .. zeal energy Still there , I feel it's bond The deprive of dreams The grey water rinse ... Uncovering of the sudden mist Oh Christ It's the colourful grass It's the flowery dust Yes the clouds had crust Replenished temp at last Look at it it's going to be dawned fast. By our involuntary weaves..