Caveat: Random Poem #132 2017-10-07, 03:23 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction (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. Previous PostCaveat: That One Freaky Tree Next PostCaveat: Random Poem #133