I'd like to live in the clouds but it's forbidden.
I've walked blindly among them on mountains,
In Baguio, through rubble on Pikes Peak,
But it's not the same. Nothing stays hidden
For long before wind or sun raises the curtain;
The obscured becomes merely bleak.
O'Keefe's static pills of vapor
Might each contain a living soul or more,
Defying gravity, immovable by wind,
A purity of being replacing the mind.
No, I will float or fly with my brothers,
Learn their gentle ways and quiet tongue,
Escape the evil a pure cloud smothers.
I'll beg but they won't let me stay for long.
I've walked blindly among them on mountains,
In Baguio, through rubble on Pikes Peak,
But it's not the same. Nothing stays hidden
For long before wind or sun raises the curtain;
The obscured becomes merely bleak.
O'Keefe's static pills of vapor
Might each contain a living soul or more,
Defying gravity, immovable by wind,
A purity of being replacing the mind.
No, I will float or fly with my brothers,
Learn their gentle ways and quiet tongue,
Escape the evil a pure cloud smothers.
I'll beg but they won't let me stay for long.
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