In every cloud there is a vapour
that remains indistinct
aloof
while shapes roil and curl beside it adamant and confident in their
evolution
this one spot like tincture simmered over a Fizzies is freeforming undecided
un-kind
a
mercurial store rendering the clouds character
it is its heart
it is its soul
not hard not palpable not known
sshhh
a yellowness begs
the last shoots of fading
sunlight kisses it
then rocketing down like a slick
bank shot to a long away corner pocket it glares over a terrible accident
slivered greenyellow klieglight
and becomes a nauseous companion for the
gills of onlookers and dazed survivors
1745, Twosday,
27 2. 01
2359, Twosday,
28 7. 15
