in particularity
they have a brain
soulless things
yet chemically
speaking clouds are
only water
divine error:
the expectation that
they might
not behave
exactly as planned
reproduce
expand
collect
it takes a lie to make a body
I will make you my cloudlove
whether it births me or kills you
I hope it is an abomination
the shape we give it
before we notice the water
and drown it
