- Vol. 07
- Chapter 02
Milk me a cloud
Anchored by a broken world
I milk a cloud, it is my ceiling.
Supine through the Autumn haze
I felt the warmth of six flames
and dreamt of cake, I smiled.
There is no dither or delay, just one
principled judgement. One urgent
question, one meaningful vote.
One rain-filled cloud is always
someone's darkest day. It does not
just serve the interest of this house.
One level playing field.