Blowing the sky
Oh the majesty of the deep blue sky
Most productive factory of amazement
It really goes on forever you thought
For an opportunity to experience
The same sky in other time zones
No sight since can really compare
You stretch out as if not watched
I turned my back for selfish reasons
Scared of the vastness your holding
Beauty beyond your inner vision
Old typed letters and stenciled birds
Mortality makes me misinterpret mystery
Wicked unbridled need for assistance
Forever doesn’t exist anymore
2 comments:
i like "scared of the vastness you're holding"
and "forever doesn't exist anymore."
it makes for lovely imagery.
thank you Aigin you're too kind
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