"The way the clouds were..."

The way the clouds were from up above,

in the sky, looking out, looking down,

was magnificence of secret airy kingdom

of ephemeral dream like beauty, as if

peopled by the mind with invisible

rainbow beings too busy being being

to worry if fleshy entities could see them

or not....

Grand Canyon of sky-gap looks down 

through pool of blue down to earth,

vapor falls of inconceivable cosmic joke.