(Poem #433 on new numbering scheme)
Clouds drift, torn, vast, broken and scattering; destitute gods look
downward to see what, where, who, how, why. Answers can’t be found.
(Poem #433 on new numbering scheme)
Clouds drift, torn, vast, broken and scattering; destitute gods look
downward to see what, where, who, how, why. Answers can’t be found.