White Prevalent

Clouds White prevalent But not shy of changing colors Nay faster than the chameleon With every change of color Here Changing of feeling With every change of feeling Today Change of emotion for the night The morrow. Today Tomorrow Early tomorrow. Rivers of smoke Armies of smoke Ghosts of naked bones. Salt It flowed fro the crystal Of dews that were The weeping of post-dusk. Kelishe Dirime Koribe Deisi Olit Prere Xerim Nikles Korim Delus Salt Also flows in the tears of the Burning face of sadness. The Cock crowed not, though Dawn lay Near. The Horse of Sinon. Keep the gift away! I want Mtahleb.