Clouds

Clouds clouds shattering against the thin thick barrier walls of frost shattering shattering down down below the human pass through streets and square in the old ancient city: put forward fast forward see how the paces hurry trembling in an ever-increasing manipulated flurry those those humans lone lone rotating march in the vast flurry of frost particles genes gene particles relative of the searing of the leaves, the fall, the rustling on the garden paths, strewn strewn with leaves that fell fell happless and hopeless lone lone rotating march how drear the day how dreary the earth moves the earth rotates how dreary not much of variance no spice to smell, no taste of spice and burning tongues: no, the usual drear of day even if sunny the usual days of grace then the fall of the guillotine the sad monk to his cell betakes his way and loud his voice resonates in his pray dusk, vesper, night to come the cloister-earth lowers its warmth and frowns the cicala and the grasshopper a dialogue attempted then stopped, stopped in a distant mill the water gurgles deep and slow in a distant plain half dozen farms alight dogs bark as night lowers the curtain of the dark mute and rapid flees home back a lark and screehing a wise owl a bat circles around and then it shrieks a moth the bat emulates circles and hums droll the sea-waters enter in the creek amidst the hideous heights of brazen cliffs and it is night ah! attempT! if you must succeed first you must attempt that's order chronological order of the universe order logical: how dreary vapor from the heavens fall from beneath the iron-waxing stars yet they light white and smile by half the other half a wry, mask of the cynical: rustles high the spume carrying waves the cruel seas all Ocean-prompted rage an owl flies off her safe branch and to earth takes a short walk and sage for it is night a figure tall, how tall its top the Poet-Seer looks high: and a look of fear on his face he bears walks the tall figure always becoming taller, taller in ever-increase without limit in that space of breeze nocturnal that the heavens and the mass universe present and the sombre immensity they represent: a figure tall, how tall how elongated and ever-fiercer talls and walks and is not sated for mid-night quickly rolls: an hour ago it was that distant now it is come a moth passes against its face by mistake with fear drops down where a procession of shrouds in full gown proceeds candles in hand some others torches bear the gruesome gathering without direction steer into the night into the deep of mid-night, yes, for it be night damiente de lucens sapiente.