A beginning. More later, but I am tired, and so retreat into pursuit of the white whale...


Mightily do the great cumuli crack and groan as they tumble and collide,
As though these ships of sky were made of earthly tar and lumber
Rather than sprightly flights of zephyrs multiplied.
Their anger grows as does their mass and blackness
And in their somber darkness caste a challenge for dominion of the sky...