I see a little white dress fallin’ from the sky,
And the starting race beginning to fly,
To the memory of a one,
Of the one in the blue,
In the drifting pink clouds,
With trapped iron and dreams,
Of infinite strength,
Brought by consumption,
Working and commotion,
With a luminous life,
Useable miracle,
What I see,
You wouldn’t believe,
Now I wish it again,
My little green battle in this universal tale,
The end of the road,
Cut off by a blue box,
What’s inside?
A girl, a life,
Why’d it have to be human?
I thought we won,
In the hands,
The signs guiding, lighting,
Strange faces never seen before,
Leaving her alone,
I walk back to the broken door,
When she whispers my name,
Why, how?
How does she know my name?
An angel I thought,
No,
Just another one I’ve forgotten,
Pushed back in my mind,
Crushing it to dust.
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