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The lay of clouds
pillows the Earth
and we are running
from beneath -
when look at it
can’t penetrate
through smoke
of running steam -
and it is not a
phenomenon, ‘cause even
on the Earth, the ground
stem is still unseen,
‘cause even on the
Ground we’re running
in a stream of
blinding steam -
What’s there, above
the border? don’t have
intentions to know,
to lift it down
for all we do is
running,
running in a steam
of our own clouds -
the most
ridiculous of that
is on a cloudless
day, when there is
sun and wind and we
and nothing more
we do not look for it,
and all we do
our eyes still
search for steam
‘cause used to -