Okay so I couldn't see
The ground through the clouds
And I can't
Read tomorrow like a book,
But,
A beautiful girl with
Olive skin and
Black satin eyes
Served me sweet drinks with a
Slight and sexy smile,
As I sat in a chair
Hundreds of feet above the ground,
Going hundreds of
Kilometers per hour.
Your vision of god
In the text,
Has nothing on me
In the text.
This gestalt juggernaught,
There is wonder in the winged giant
Of steel knowledge piled upon by
The work of our sleeping sisters,
Brothers, mothers and fathers.
But we are far too used to
Living and dying,
All on their shoulders.
And you just don't know
How far down the ground is,
Through the clouds.
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