I watched a small cloud on the blue due north,
Blue that the iron tracks were levelled at,
Such blue, such quiet blue, it troubled me
Like something unimaginable that I could see
And didn't have a word for, I watched the cloud,
One white cloud on the quiet empty blue,
Light has a feather at the lips of life
Testing for breath, feeling for final proof.
~ David Constantine
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