23 on till sometime, only a curtain

a tree, a tree besides the forking path, tall, branches reaching up to the skies, spreading its hands and limbs and branches into nothingness up and above hiding the sky - no telling where the hands reach up to, where next from now, and no guessing the growth for a cautious watching eye, but it only grows, and is visible on being grown, hiding everything behind or everything ahead for one standing here or there

a cloud, a cloud, floating, roaming, hiding cloud shaped sections of the sky, bordering blue, for all one knows the sky behind could or would be purple of green or blue, cloud hidden, making one assume only blue behind for it is only blue all around, but and but the cloud only hides the rainbow shades behind and how and float it should, float it must and float it does

a thought is only a tree or a thought is only a cloud, growing with no perception of growth, hiding some or all of everything behind, rooting itself deep inside a soul, and freely floating with limbs reaching out for this or reaching out for that

23 on till sometime, only a curtain