[Note the sky, the voice said. Some say]
Note the sky, the voice said. Some say
the poem can read it. One line might start
the cloud thing. It's possible nimbus
means quick, that cumulous layers up
a lifetime of sorrow. But they all black out.
And release their rain. Their pyromaniacs
do...
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