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Go Fly a Kite
I don't pretend to know the answers
and cancers are right around the corner
But sometimes hope is all we have.
There's enough will in these bones now
to snap steel beams in half.
And the metal pillars have been
constricting to say the least.
Dipping tongue tip into a warm
cup of nectar.
The sweetness of a master plan
to follow,
commences.
Now I indulge
in a divine chug.
Cabinets open completely
with Love.
limits undone...
We are not
space-saver believers anymore.
There's a fever of faith
sweeping us.
Needles of hope
sew up our insides
into a kite
and the sky is receiving us...
