Hyperboloid Feelings: 雲間

The rift between two clouds1 closes me in.

I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane
wind2, twisting unruly emotions. I made 
a decision when the moonless3 night had come.
Left me lost in the prairie of thoughts4, alone, nothing to be said but done? Elegies sing before I am able to feel respite. It’s raining the echo of my imagination5 as if dreaming exploded; as if the Northern Star6 before it became visible7, even most moonless8 nights can't shade possibilities of endless9might, so don’t dare to close your eyes tonight. ...While stars10 hurl into curved11 dimensions, circles12 close the rift between my two eyes. The hurricane I feel subsides as I spin words at the same velocity the hurricane can through nano-interdimensional13 bubbles as unfolding and folding sheets made of memory strings14 of thought breathe my way out of dizzy winds.