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The Secret of the Clouds

It is daytime. The unlit moon
comes across as just another
cloud as it mixes in with them.
Except these clouds don't look
like those clouds — or those /
these, depending on what your
viewing point is. Nothing secretive
about the ones above my head:
meteorologists have long since been
able to define, decline them. These others?
Okay, it's obviously a shitty day, but the 
only secret I can posit they contain is 
which of asemic notebook, extrusion, or 
tangled spaghetti do they spring from.