Tag Archives: Cloud

Haiku

Thin, chalky pink clouds

above the end of summer

- Scars of dying light.

Truth III

Dream energy in this cloud of surreal time. The cloud has form, but no presence. The time has passage, but no existence. The dream is everything. Everything is nothing. And yet, it is.

Reincarnation XVIII

She lay on the vast cotton wool cloud and tried to focus. Eventually, a huge clock came into view and confirmed all her suspicions. As she watched, the hands moved round the face at varying speeds, every now and again either stopping completely, or moving backwards for a bit. Time was arbitrary. It explained everything.