Cloud

Light like night
is blear and Crystal
the sky bleeds
blood of orange
clouds
Somewhere
in the distance
the air is ringing
and the thoughts
on my fingers
come off in the
dirt
the land and the ocean
are talking
and the dialogue
is fierce.
There is blood
in the sky/
it is wetter than the rain
life contiunes
as if the volcano
that erupted
were only in your mind
this world
is a wall
and a glass ceiling
everthing above is transparent
and the sky is a floor
for the birds
and Gods..