What did it mean to fly?
A tremor in your soul
To resist the dull insistence of gravity
Upward bound, trees fly
To meadows and the fields
And the border is a simple line of hills
Did you come uncoiled
Between heavens and the Earth
Whisper nonsense into your radio?
Now afternoons you seldom move
Grounded to a little bit of earth
And after all, time barely crawls
Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks
What did it mean to fly
When you were bound to the Earth?
A release from the humid press of days
Now afternoon air hardly moves
I wonder how you make it through each day
And after all, time barely crawls
Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks
What did it mean to fly?
A tremor in your soul
To resist the dull insistence of gravity
What did it mean to you?
An airy chat with death
To pull your body for a moment from your soul
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