Tuesday, December 28, 2010


"He walks feverishly but calmly.
He is sad but purposeful.
He looks at the present but understands what is to come.
He clouds the skies but sees the sunlight,
He longs for it, his cold skin, the warmth to be felt and to be known.
He knows of it but has felt none.

I pity the Cloudmaker, but silently. "

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