angst cycle (iii)
[W] (vi)

no temperature rise
but i’m sweating
sudden odd

clouds rise like underneath nearly cliff
a hundred thousand feet over up
a spar clover over too

would be a huge rainshield
it it were not the source of rain

cloud rising far behind
are they the steel
the white steel the strong

you feel like a toy
of the calm elements
playing elsewhere today






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