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Suddenly I coil the clouds round my fingertips

Play its nerves like ghosts of smoke

Invertibrate and paralyzed

For my spine is a snake

Wrapped around the thumb of time

In a dull vibration of existence

Ever steady musical

Suddenly I become a fog

Spread like an afghan on the village

Thickened air is flooding

As I aproach the sullen ground

To plummet off

The cloudy cliffs of the moment

Suddenly the ground is sky

And sky is ground