Twelve Hours To London, But Backwards It's Better Poem by Antoine Lavoisier
Twelve Hours To London, But Backwards It's Better
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the clouds crowd far beneath my feet;
but i—i’m distant! i wish she could see
the lands stretched free beside my wings;
better yet, i wish
she could stay and see me.
twelve hours to london and ten to parís,
but i—i’m reversing! back home where i'm free!
the skies become my heart’s soft, wisping-sigh dream:
by flashlight, I add
an eighteen, a three
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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