Take the late flight to San Francisco chasing the moon across America
God I haven't been on a plane in years
When we get to 35,000 feet, we'll be in the stratosphere, in a perfect windless zone, we'll
even reach the ozone layer
. I've dreamed that we're going there
. The pieces are shabby like old cloth and scary
but I see things that only I can see because I have an amazing ability to see them
Souls are rising from the earth far below
Souls of the dead of people who'd perished from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up… Like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world there is a kind of painful progress longing for what we left behind and
dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so Hand in hand and foot to foot form a web A great web of souls The souls are the trioxide atoms of the ozone layer They are absorbed by the ozone layer to repair and nothing is gone forever This world has a painful progress that longs for what we have left and still remains Dreaming of moving forward, at least I think so
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