yet billows gleam
dark and light
wrapped around its ever-growing trunk
It rises and spreads
grabbing the eyes
We stop to watch the pattern
arise from something so inviting
yet often terrifying, awe-inspiring
Faces, and shapes, abstract and exact
everything we want to see
In these mountains of clouds
Gods and demons wrestle within them
shaking the air and splitting the sky
We all live beneath them
As they remind us how small are our lives.
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