Saturday, 11 June 2016

Clouds Look Different From Above

…all these modes of thought which assess the value of things 
according to pleasure and pain, that is to say according to attendant 
and secondary phenomena, are foreground modes of thought
and naiveties which anyone conscious of creative powers 
and an artist’s conscience will look down on in derision, 
though not without pity.
                             (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Alone on a mountain
He is laughing,
At this carnival of clouds,
A circus treat,
Dogs and dwarfs
Travelling to another town.

The sky’s majesty dethroned
Before two penetrating eyes.

He smiles
At his own conceit.

But pity overcomes him 
For those below
Struggling in the foothills.

What! Pitying fools?
He laughs at these sights
They will never reach.


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