The Clouds in the sky are of such Beauty.
They vary by their size and proportion.
Across the Face of their Body they Cry
The Tears of the Universe fall Upon
One another are delicately Sheathed
As each to itself is a Mirror Shape
Edges of Infinite Blades cut their Nape
While Profusely they fly as they Feather
I don’t know WHy such Loveliness Ails,
For it becomes what once was a Sail
when it swings from the Rooftop a Ceiling
The Cloud within the Cloud within the Clouds
Consummate the Distance of an Hour.