Wintery clouds,
cumulus white coats crowd,
try to turn him round
but he returns to mediate,
a floating cross-legg’d saint.
Wintery clouds,
stratus ropes of bowels,
they had to take them out
set them in view by bonnet blue
to pull out baby new.
Wintery clouds,
cirrus gauzy shrouds,
striated steri stripe pain,
but in my arms
skin untouched by sun or rain;
his precious life began.
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