To be honest I don't even know what you are talking about, but I love it. Blue clouds? Empty cauldron? Robot leading a revolution maybe? This poem remind me of the scene in the 2011 (I think) of the reboot of freddy kreuger nightmare when at the beginning he was dreaming of all the weird things and pigs in the pots on fire in the kitchen. This poem also for some reason makes me think of heronymous bosch and one of the paintings, thinking what kind of fable is being depicted here. Great poem. And please don't be offended I'm writing on instinct ha.

The thought process you had when writing this eludes me but can I just say I love it for what it is, suppose that's the beauty of poetry.

Craig

This is beautiful and haunting to the bones!