A doodle or a script

Halfway between a doodle and a script

The clouds make curves and lines across the sky

One looks like a face with sultry lips

We are nothing sailing in our ships

The universe is terror ‘vall’s awry

I can’t read this writing what’s the script?

Even Einstein could not give us tips.

All I do is let them sail on by

One looks like a face with sultry lips

Interpretations flounder, don’t know why

Little drawings doodles idle scripts

In the world of meaning there are cracks.

Light gets in but dazzles human eyes

This looks like a face with sulky lips

The clouds were slow but now they seem to fly.

Do they look at us as they go by?

Halfway between a doodle and a script

I see your face with swollen sensual lips