Beyond the Clouds

. . . and trying to get to the other side

On cloud nine and beyond

On cloud nine the sun shines and moon glows, the harmonies are heavenly and the melodies sublime. however, beyond number nine new harmonies play and fractious notes squeeze between the steps on the scale, infra-red light reflects what isn't absorbed and colours my antagonized heart, vanilla coffee sweetens the air and quenches my undying desire for sublimanation. The cat purrs and disappears into the shiny black suit of existence.

maybe and perhapsthe more things change the more they stay the same

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