where_clouds_go_to_die raze pitted cumuliform bodies drift eastward and disperse. the way smoke does. the way dreams slouch away from you after waking, leaving you to ask after what sleep has stolen and what the cistern of your fractured thoughts won't surrender. shards of shredded cotton dance into their diminution, fading back into the loving arms of sky. this is where clouds go to die. 220414 what's it to you? who go blather from