The Humid Press of Days

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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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