If clouds are really plants
In their first manifestation
Before they dive down headfirst
And get locked into the ground
And their ragged edges harden
Into leaves and secret flowers
If clouds are really animals
In their future orientation
As simply thirst and motion
The lost children of desire
Then there is promise for us stones
To resume our ancient burning
To cast again a molten sea
Into a cloud of knowing
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