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Thoughts in a cloud above the Catskills (Free verse) by Enkidu Time to cry my fairytale to rest
Dreams of skywriting seems
To me so flat at that I jest
The words of Saints in blackened ivory braille
Fate in the clouds of late
Which infer my words with a gale
Once more a crown of lightness does forsake
Grace and narrow embrace
That atone my own vicious ache
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