Outcast eyes in an angular face reflect the drizzly drops collectively illumined by street lamp light. The clouds, bodiless and careless open their mouths like a choir. Relief rains onto perpetually parched soil, splashes with a laugh, gives what is needed without a thought. Earthly thank yous search for ears.

What powers wield the clouds, and with what nonchalance. Outcast eyes narrow. Like roots and other gnarled, needy things, bones and flesh extend in long-squelched longing toward the uncaring, the untouchable, the amorphous, but never escape their stagnant station amongst the muck.

Ugly eyes avert, inescapably bound and bodily. Desires flare and run amock. Confidence crumbles.