HIS TRICK

Far above the sky
Dynamic clouds
Seemingly
Played a puzzle.
Galloping, wafting
Myriad shapes, and
Countless more
Morphed into varied
Forms, animate
Or inanimate
Some trees, some horse
Some ants, some elephants.

In transition the transit
Piped its essence
Down below.
And I could see
Many forms juggling
Its place
In vision mine.
On walls I could
Touch the nose,
Of some lovely figure
Played with cheeks
Figurine unfathomable
And many other games.

Speaking out the thoughts
Pleasure undefined
I pondered for a while:
Was it me
Relativistically
And diagonally opposite,
Being played by HIS trick
To mine own existence!