Hard Ground, by Amel - envoy period

It is hard to come down
when the sky is full of moods
that defy naming


To imagine the clouds into shapes
again, where none apply.


Heaven heaves, restless for worship
mighty atmosphere knotting
in its huge dome
grinding light and gray mass
thick with anger in the
knuckles of day-pierced clouds.

So unconscious, and so beautiful,
it stuns all aspiration to describe

And even the will to survive
is laughed from "how" to "why"..

It is hard to seek the ground
knowing how little you have filled
the sky.

See ORU entry, with commentary, at http://www.okalrel.org/works/bycharacters/amel8.html

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