The sky is a cut bleeding out across the timid blue
Part of it grotescue part of it is astonishing
Divided it is split open, it is parted
Tight narrow yellow waves attack the sky
Expanding across the forming sunset
The light blue outer layer that you can barely see
through the smaller cloud all slowly fading away
The western purple grey cloud makes its move
against the rest of the sky
Zig zagging clouds purple and silvers
Bore into the great grey blob
They emerge as scratches a cat would make
They look like claws reaching out from beyond
across to snatch and claim what is left of that light blue
Bringing more and more of the sky into itself
Narrow aggressive dragon tongues
sending themselves out
Slowly bringing the blue in
The secret desire of blowing fire
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