Where are you going in such a hurry,
Human bean?
We are raining for you.
Listen.
Why do you hold so steadfastly
Your form?
Let your edges dissolve.
Read the ink of rivers scrawling the changing story
On stone again, again, again, embellishing tales.
We are herded by the dogs of wind.
We rise and drift wherever they corral us.
We heard you wish to live among us.
We heard it from your jet fuel engines.
Why do you want to sail our oceans?
Yours are so vast that you’ve never visited
Their heights.
We spin wool into yarn, then spool it out again.
Wee groundlings, you ought to unstitch
More of your stitches.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
Where are you going in such a hurry,
Human bean?
We are raining for you.
Listen.
Why do you hold so steadfastly
Your form?
Let your edges dissolve.
Read the ink of rivers scrawling the changing story
On stone again, again, again, embellishing tales.
We are herded by the dogs of wind.
We rise and drift wherever they corral us.
We heard you wish to live among us.
We heard it from your jet fuel engines.
Why do you want to sail our oceans?
Yours are so vast that you’ve never visited
Their heights.
We spin wool into yarn, then spool it out again.
Wee groundlings, you ought to unstitch
More of your stitches.
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