Wistfully, I wish I was watching the world from above on a white flying fortress floating far away from the fauna and the fickle fools who fight for nothing. Their efforts are fruitless. Up on my cloud, my cleverness creates cloud-constructs. These constructs convey to me knowledge both cerebral and celestial. This sends me higher; to the cosmos. There, I get caught up in catechisms which force convulsions. The spinning Sun stares into my silly soul, saying “Such stupidity!” Scowling, I scorn the stars. Further still I ascend, astounding the astral plane. I acquire it all. And now I know it is nothing. Never have my nerves been so wracked. I weep wildly wishing for when I was waging war with a woman’s warmth. Waking up with wet eyes and wounded heart, I stand and walk. I no longer wonder why.