I'd like to be
A spaceman.
Lots of space
Around me
Then I could
Fill it
With all
That is good.
I waft away
All that is grey.
That mist of time
And all that grime.
Beautiful morning mist
...THAT can stay,
Heralding a new day
To fill my space
With the grace
Of all things nice.
I REALLY AM
That spaceman.
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