It was on a trip
A trip to
The heavens
That I passed so
Many clouds
Heard so many screams
Then silence
Here I must stay
This be the place
Where
Suspended between
Heaven and heaven
We see fear from below
Distant
And
Immediately
We sing as the lark sings
Suddenly
In early dawns of gold.
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