cascade through a cashmere sky;
timorous grey and smoky sapphire
luminesce in a penumbra of twilight
and sweet nocturnal moon.
Sky billows like a maelstrom, clouds
splashing and rolling
and breaking, sky against sky,
crashing into tendrils of white foam and
petrichor whips through roaring wake,
musty and mellifluous
sweet and somnolent.
roaring and pulsing,
fingerless mist beats a thousand drums
and voiceless sky screams, hot and jagged:
they collude. They hiss, and gush, and
and swirling around an eye of serenity,
their breath rips the air
and their skin is torn asunder
and raging incandescence strokes the bitter earth.