The clouds now
are surreal
like paintings
like IMAX screens that stretch
forever and above and around
3-dimensional atmospheres
translated to eyes 2-D
translated to 3-D by this
magnificent and glorious
Brain.
These clouds
form shapes like a yellowed poster
of art nouveau ladies
whose hair billows out into
one hundred
beauteous tendrils
like smoke from tired lips
on a windless day.














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