Birds go somewhere in the night.
Because they are afraid of breaking their wings;
They disprove the river theory,
The way your eyes have been looking back and
Forth between the boys,
So frenetically, or whatever that means;
As long as it is spelled correctly and all the lights are
On,
And he has at least one good side.
The rest of it is numb and four limbed,
And you think that it can go on forever, like the sky is
The biggest organ around the earth,
Or either the biggest shroud,
And even now airplanes are failing or
Touching down,
And either your palm foretells that you will live for
A good many years,
Or you are already sleeping beneath the earth, inconspicuous
Beneath so many feet of sated tourists,
Because the as$holes never give up,
And yet because of you all of this is so beautiful.
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