Megh |06|

If thoughts opened up onto dreams, one would look up and see in a cloud resting on the hill crest, an elephant poised to butt a riverbank. Handmade crystals of argentum painted on old acetate in the dark. Hopes of seeing the light. Falls back apart on itself. An utterance of royal poet: for fame home left bids cloud voyage journey sail sky far away. Emulsion cracks, base cracks, held by tape on both sides. Palm leaves crumble and 4K scans are pointless, dust gets in anyway. When it rains snakes crawl up into the spines of trees and look closely when the lightning strikes you can see their scales shine in the moonlight.