Cloud gazing at night which as a sheet
covers the starry body of Heirs
but which colour are these clouds
which we cannot see ?
Which choices do we make
if none exists,
when it's all but people walking
yet to nowhere,
for I do not follow them.
Are they the same as in the sunlit
or dyed in moonlit shades ?
Do the stars behind peel through
for a hue of infinity ?
Existence is in periphials,
it's always there
even when we are not
but in these words
is writ worlds of their fates.
Clouds, clouds at drift are we then
We only know they exist
for the missing view of the stars
which into us deflect.
For I saw them passing by
like clouds
at drift in the waters above
for they are as rain
to make for fertile lands.
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But who is then watching over us
and what do they see
during the days or nights ; are we
but clouds to them ?
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