Cloud ground

Watching other people
Seeing what they say
How they feel
Cold.
Hot.
She looks like a pig, a drug-addict, a pretty thing.
An old hag, a smiling man, a heavy smoker.
A drunken fool, a lonely chap, a cold person.
I wonder where I am,
Can I really feel like this?
It just doesn't make sense
Anymore. It's as if the clouds came down
And turned into the ground and the
Ground rose up and every step forward
Bounced me up high, so I cracked my head
On the hard ground ceiling, the roots
Tangling up in my hair pulling hard as I
Bounced back down to the cloud ground.