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Of Flights So Far

In the strobe lights in the late nights when we were wild
wanting to feel the fancy free of flights so far
to fly away inside the musical forest mosaic echolocation
nowhere else to live except to give everything for anything there
were no secret angel telephone numbers taking names from the sky
no astronomical numbers threshing flesh and blood hanging out to dry,
new to the world we came to our senses with future tenses fingertips
out stretched reaching for a never before always phase of passing highs
wanting to wish, wishing for well whatever was forever before we fell
in the strobe lights in the late nights when we were wild
wanting to feel the fancy free of flights so far . .




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-12-26 at 17:21

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