Sometimes I'll ask myself why I find miracles in the sky I find Light and many Love In heaven high up above Stars are shining bright and high As I look towards the open sky Birds are always flying by I'll spread my wings and I'll see Not longer the side of Reality But the birds begin to like me I'm one of them now and I'm free Anonymous Writer
When all the horizons are gathered together the tall gray blocks of the cities are ships ready to undock, and coast away. The clouds welcome them with open arms. The soldier, and his helmet balloon the weight of the world into the blue Rorschach of a sky like a stratus cloud ready to rain back down on us. The world is gray seed transferable -- weightless on the currents of air in the line where ocean meets sky like all the open green of fields laid atop their history a softer place. Like birth.