Nothing means anything much
About anything
Else. There are surprisingly
Few reliable omens
For humans who expect them
Everywhere. Actual clouds
Count among the visible
Harbingers of coming storms,
The rest is pretty much bust.
What lie before us
Are the lands of dreams
And the night wind, which are not
Connected except
In ways we’ve not expected.
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