Clouds(Poem)

I think, therefore, they are
Clouds without me are just science
I make an art out of them
and give meaning

I catch these nomads
and make them
a one-eyed dragon
using their unfathomable expressions

Without me
they are just pale simpletons
however, I rearrange vapor
and forge a great lost king

Before those wild winds take them away
out of sheer mercy
I took these idle dull not-fit-for-anything creatures
and shaped them into
Something great

Mikhail says they are just hippies
I agree
but I gave them a spiritual aura
by my imagination

—Drunken Monk.


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