OLD MEN
'Dirigibles were flying low and cutting
the aproned sky - some light blue oasis
of nothing bantering within space to
fly - all words of their own, these new
things were, without a recourse to
meanings of old. We watched,
squinting our eyes, trying to discern
the lightning, the fire, the reasons for
these new things in the skies.
What was that above us, anyway,
some vague new future flying?'
'Dirigibles were flying low and cutting
the aproned sky - some light blue oasis
of nothing bantering within space to
fly - all words of their own, these new
things were, without a recourse to
meanings of old. We watched,
squinting our eyes, trying to discern
the lightning, the fire, the reasons for
these new things in the skies.
What was that above us, anyway,
some vague new future flying?'
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