Thursday, 11 August 2011

Squashed Right Down, but Still the Size of God

The clouds catch the wind
in their sails,
pushed along
the rim of the sky,
great vessels
cracked by the sea
dashed by the sea,
they sometimes end in violence
and you can see their
huge greyness
in anger
at end's coming,
but pray do -
please pray do -
and remember their majesty.

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