There is a cloud that sails above the land,
a natural cloud made sentient by un-natural twist.
It looks and sees.
It listens and hears.
It touches and feels.
It knows and understands
human compulsion, at all cost, to exist.
Even so, the cloud may dissipate at any time.
>Photograph: Rod McRiven<
© Rod McRiven 2019
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