getting caught up in naked angels in the clouds
or demons in the grass
never step on a stray sod, he said,
you'll never find your way back.
all the complex clouds in my head,
like fog i am composed of
furiously try to make sense from nonsense;
try to remove odors with incense, make work from toys.
try to make music devoid of noise.
a cloud of heads,
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