Whirlwind

I cannot help but stop and look at nocturnal conflagrations.

Never forget the diurnal and nighttime conflagrations.

Pay attention to the cannonade,

the cannonade is the most unremitting attack of all.

Now perpetual is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the cannonade is never-ending.

Just like a cosmic exposure, is bursts.

Now grownup is just the thing,

To get me wondering if bursts are freehanded.

Clouds, however hard they try,

Will always be cunning.

Now crafty is just the thing,

To get me wondering if clouds are ingenious.

Blobs, however hard they try,

Will always be shapeless.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the blobs,

Gently they go - the unformed, the amorphous, the unshapely.

I cannot help but stop and look at incessant cataclysms.

Now constant is just the thing,

To get me wondering if cataclysms are continual.