CAN YOU BRING ME
SOMETHING DIFFERENT?
The sky has broken open again and
I can see right through it - that most
dense blue is really another world. I'm
thinking I want to fly. Over. Under.
Around. And through. What does
that sound like to you?
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I hold the rainfall that batters my head
in my hand - the rain is in my hand,
not my head. Can't you understand?
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Fires burn bright at the edge of the
cliff; as if an underdraft, driving up,
ignited new flames. I'll just stay here
and watch a while.
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