In unpleasantly vague canopies.
Handicapped shy’s take us away
From these ordinary capsules
Of light blue clouds;
We are dark black
Rhythms of masterpiece
Nights.
Seas were missing yesterday
And the found theories of
Why and where while
Our slowly past grew;
We were younger.
Because everyone is looking
Downward and I am flying over
Their awkward mornings.
We are wiser
I was stronger.
