for a body or a mind
like a cloud like mine
and could drift and merge
with other cloud bodies
and run through
the catalogues of forms
and faces gesturing
helplessly to the figures
below on the earth
never staying still
always on the march
to the next body of water
or the next feeding ground
keeping out of the way
of the white bear
and curling up at night
next to the warm
bodies of our brothers
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