Off-white cloud swirled above the cone like a flame
Operating like an albatross in the situation as it fell to dull motives
Raw animalistic impulses of the id
As it circled the tip round and round
Trying to tame the desire
That the cone summoned from deep within its belly
The amorous eyes of the cloud rolled back just at the sight of its beloved cone
While chains from the man-traps muttered noisily
Never lead a captain
But no one ever listened
It listened not to its own trifles
How easily did the dream come apart.
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