The patchwork land below,
Riven with green,
Ribboned with stone roads
Dotted with sparkling, cubes—
Buildings, toy-like and tiny,
Square upon the garden below,
Suffused in the nearness,
Utterly lost in the distance,
Beneath the glowering clouds to the south,
Roofing the unseen world below.
-from 34,000 in clear skies looking into a sunlit bank of cumulous cloud
He: Gilgamesh: Into the Face of Time
