clouds!

clouds, you fools! up here i can see, and you
nutty little men below, far too bothered by dirt
and where are the painted lines--what do you
know? here the mighty highways are merely
misplaced hairs on this topographicality. and see
how humbly the humbling majestic mountains are
growing so awkwardly organic here, top-down
jagged fingers don't soar, overwhelm or frighten,
so here i can see! atmospheric suns never dim
the shining face-gracing messianic light, and
oh! this vision, i feel it with such innocent
naivete-! we can all trust in these clouds, we'll
make new cities between them, i'll write such laws
with hope: clouds, o clouds my citizens, we have
such a dream of clouds!




8/7/08 - this utterly boring election makes me ill: two little boys playing at politics, and not very well.