A billion drops fall
From dusky dark clouds
Drifting in an insipid sky
Allured intermittently
By momentary bolts of light .
And cast ripples in a crystal pool
Dissipating and bending
Those very clouds
Into pure perplexity .
Like those little "decent" thoughts
That breed up one "shameless" dream ;
A thought without reins ,
That questions and mutates ,
Even the thinker himself.....

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