You can't move a cloud. It bowls,
Milky soma in your thoughts.
Immune to other humans
The stand-up tragedian
Pretended to be Pierrot,
Another era's gauche clown.
Equally real, equally
Unreal, pale moon in suburbs,
Glow in the small desert town,
Some continent or other:
When you're forced to stay awake,
Categories change partners
And you become the night priest
Purposeless but to witness.
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