Who hasn’t wished to step upon a cloud
dash across stratospheric fields
just ahead
of opening holes
and separating seam
somersault over downy puffs
in repeating rolls
with perfect equipoise
free of gravity
and rational restraints
ride a mare’s tail on steering winds
above equatorial zones
oceans, ice caps, desert sands
rapturously
with one flicker of consciousness
a doer of these ethereal stunts
whilst dreaming in my cloud-soft bed.
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