ethereal like the fog
and so we stretch our limbs
turn our thoughts from solids to liquids
as if we are something more
than mere human
if you run fast enough
there’s a good chance taking flight
without wings or cape
nothing more than inner strength
oh how far we’ve come
from ocean to moor to rooftop
synthesizing plant with mineral
further projecting time
august two thousand nineteen
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Brilliant
Thank you so very much, Beth.