The sky revolves,
And we enjoy.
We enjoy
For we are mountaineers,
For we are matured,
For we know
The truth and
Also falsehood,
Imaginary all, though.
We know life,
Hanging bridge.
We know our own
Capacity to sustain.
We know the technique
Of light.
The moon catches us,
And we bear the sun.
We have our own
Blood and Bones.
And we cry,
And we see,
And we do
What we want
For the sky.
And the sky revolves,
We enjoy.
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