Elucidating Questions

The man bares the face of anger he reaches not as the other did as if to aid but as if to strike and

There is a much larger hand that holds out, in pieces and shards

Searching for the evening star

Planet the whisps of other clouds as the man claps his hands together

As if he understands

Does he?

The hands have already faded away.

Purple and quiet, but I hear an argument within and hope to hear it

Such a strange thing but it

Makes me feel alive to be close to the sound of it,

To see as it strikes.

The man is gone

The cloud appears to be making that odd ok sign the kids make these days.

Does this mean the clouds are going to punch me or what?