They dance across my line of sight.

Spinning their webs,

Traces and race tracks growing year by year.

The darkness invites me, 

relieves me even. 

And yet, There’s my preferred light 

provoking, 

nudging, 

reminding me,

As I see the very blue wide blue

Stretched across the sky.

A blinking reminder

A disarrayed version

Of my very own clouds,

Within my own 2 eyes