"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristole
Clouds,
Drifting
Gossamer,
Amorphously
Cumulonimbus
Botryoidal changelings
Bulbous body-building boils
Robustly rising with swelled heads
Bragging with bursts of thunderous joy
Eager to display lightning anvil crowns
Transit in your resting
Amorphously in peace, and poise
Mindfulness and rapture
Make yourself serene
In the thought free alertness
Of reasonability and quietness
The sun dripped in my dream,
thousands of droplets, the color of steam,
amorphously fallen, although they had been,
at once they had shape, and next they had skin!
Whirling and dancing with magnificent spin,
until they stood still and motionless when
they collapsed from their form into globules again.
Doesn’t anyone see these
pale figures backlit in black?
Peer far into the shadows,
and never look back.
Throughout decades traversed--
always decaying, forever in curse.
Through the skies black with smoke an arrow was sent
whistling and swishing downward in descent,
where finally it struck the man for whom it was meant.
Away in silence and eternity went
this long-detached lover in solemn lament
Doesn’t anyone see these
when they drift back into sleep?
They’re souls we must turn from,
we’re souls they must keep.
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