Possibly these words are religious words. Rilke proposes that it was he who singing, created the forest of subtle shades of green. The sky is gray. I invite you to dance the sculpture of clouds. Dumb rain on feet.
Rain is a symbol or a cold object.
My love, we are both the tangled sweat and the poetic god between our words. In between you and I there is a proposal for music, sometimes the awful frustrated pain creates a storm, sometimes we live to create the easy shapes of clouds as we sit on hills dancing, and the more difficult shapes of abstract thought in stone pen. In an artwork there are always portions which the artist intends, but there are also always spaces between these intentions which are left for talented receivers to fill in with their own messy crayons. Art for art's sake can be a political act if that art is reproducible and disposable. The circles have been set in the pantry.