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[bodytext] => A dozen altitudes play with the birds
hand in hand in circles and dives the dark spots grow and fade away, misting past in a blur,or hanging in the air so still they never twitch or tilt until they tire of their exercise or lack of it. The clouds darkly blot or lightly stretch to thinness, suspended by their distance far above human frailities such as gravity. They speak of mysteries with understanding and novels with total boredom that makes them cry and waste themselves upon the earth proper. The sun leaves no print as he crosses the blue plains we tilt our heads to when planes pass making only temporary gashes across the blue plains we tilt our hats to in the presence of ladies of most sorts, except the most sorted. No missle ever cut so wide a swath that it was not not there instantly afterward, nor do those who build the tall towers know dominance as they sway in its wind and live in the midst of yet very much below and lesser than its glory that belies the tenderness of spring rains and summer gusts. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 27 [informant] => darkeyedman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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