Clouds InsideThe ancestral wake,
From ground he reaches for the stars,
Or are those really the heated Depths,
In which two legs becomes the war,
The shade upon his soul,
The clouds atop the shimmering sky.
But that chill,
The cool breeze,
On which the clouds ride away.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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