In myth, Atlas holds up the heavens,
But it seems this world is mostly sky.
I wonder at the airy places in my heart,
Where cool numbness rises to form clouds
That drift through the caverns in the breeze
As the walls close in, and dissipate:
Tempestuous packets of electric fluid
Traveling with the currents of my mind,
Breeding into thunderstorms behind my eyes.
Jennifer bresnick.com 
this is beautiful.
Katherine was right, you are good. 🙂
Thank you very much!