you think it's going to rain today? it already did. did it, oh before, i know. i mean do you think it's going to rain today again. it looks like it already is in the distance. it looks confusing. the sky? that's a picture of yesterday sky, or was it the day before? how do you know what does it matter. what does it matter how you know. you don't is the thing it's confusing. the sky reflects something that is coming or has come to pass. the sky may actually be the sky that's past. you get the feeling like it's going to rain it already did. something has to do with consciousness. the sky is a reflection. all of us reflecting on the sky. the sky of our reflections. that's where we all go when we can't find one another when we've lost ourselves. we are looming in two senses, roots weft and warp and lightning like needles sewing us somehow carefully from danger hanging in it ripened fruit in a storm sweet blood and pillowy buns rapt in a cloud hammock pendulous in the looming sky.