On terrible wings,
no change in the weather,
no stopping the weary sun.
On chloroform days
I’ll drive them together.
I’ll fly nearly on.
I started to feel
against all direction.
I started to hear them sing.
It’s further away,
but I know what you mean now.
No distance between us here.
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