Sky Hungry
If I can not be a bird
then I want to be a fixed wing glider .. gliding
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Hanging on the very edge of infinite circles
like a harrier might ..
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Although a windhover .. almost surely would
always both hungry and wild ..
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Looking for lay-bys .. in the sky .. Somewhere where
we might make up new names .. new places and words
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But if I cannot be a bird
then I want to be a fixed wing glider .. gliding
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Alone with you .. above the clouds
making love, sky hungry and proud ..