We don't always understand what moves above our heads
who gives clouds direction or lining made strictly of silver
not gold- Is it cheaper metal?
you can walk under a cloud without thinking of it
why now that you are surrounded in shining images of your
own
steps is it that you think of the skies?
the dead hold no envy, you know it is only reserved for the
living
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