Saturday, February 9, 2013

Cloud Computing

Closing over what is
And is yet to be,  clouds
Climb out of the sea
On waves of what has been.
Then fog divided by
Fog again divided 
Issues a quotient
Dividing one as well.
Future escapes its shell,
Crosses sand and follows
Shifting mist along the land.


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