I cannot fly today
Yet perhaps last night
We flew between the stars
Who can tell?
Tomorrow will no doubt
Be like today
But not always
Not everlastingly so.
I sew the scenes
Of our escape
While sitting here tonight
Sleepily concealed
In this weighted room
And happily involved
In inward visions
Of eventual flight.
Please pardon
My distraction.
I am so immersed
In a solitary search
For solar satisfaction.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 3:15 AM UTC
I cannot fly today
Yet perhaps last night
We flew between the stars
Who can tell?
Tomorrow will no doubt
Be like today
But not always
Not everlastingly so.
I sew the scenes
Of our escape
While sitting here tonight
Sleepily concealed
In this weighted room
And happily involved
In inward visions
Of eventual flight.
Please pardon
My distraction.
I am so immersed
In a solitary search
For solar satisfaction.
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