| | Clouds, the wisping things, traverse the aca-bowl from edge to edge. I fix my eyes at a curly clump and begin a quiet count. The smeared cephalopods migrate, underbellies nacreous with street-light. My rolling swarm of suspended droplets spills around an airplane trail. I measure its fantastic progress, whisper to myself its name: hail the Ghostly Cephalopodic Galleon, Tossed Upon Woolfian Cloudy Seas.
During a thirty-count journey from one horizon of my vision to the other, the cloud retains no shape, but ever tumbles and uncurls into mayhem, held together only within my knitting stare.
What holds me together? What on earth holds all of me together? The hundred things I know, the thousand things I don't know, the countless steps I skip, the random steps I tarry over. What retards my entropy? At what point, I wonder, might I dissolve into some humming pile of rags under the highway?
Who's watching me?
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