As I am absorbed  
in ol' buttermilk sky,
I stand ***** whilst my bare  
feet skim neighbor's roof.
I'm pulled west, up. Setting sun
fans rays. Here, I am emitted
in nebulosity.  

I care not what
hankerings loosened, let go,
drift back to earth,
to rosy, lilied yard  
where chain link encumbered.
Clinical conclusion drawn
in misty misconception
no longer.
Intrinsic am I as air.

Spread my molecules
in scintilla of light. Yes,
even into gray of smog,
as I must admit,
to ***** parts. These
may rain acidic intrusions
in your backyard. Too  
much to assimilate?

I never asked for  
what rained in mine.
No impurities
have been intended.
Still, I must emit.
My sky awaits.
Catching next cloud out.