Above the bay, clouds
make an ocean of the sky.
There is more to life.
In his West Tower,
Li Po, sicker and sicker,
stuck to what he knew.
Coronavirus
empties grand apartments and
small hell holes alike.
The mind compares great
things to itself, ignoring
God beyond the whole.
None can think being
away nor call it by name.
Clouds —- the next best thing.
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