The Art Of Flying

The Art Of Flying

There’s been so many virgos in my life
I thought the planet
Was nothing but virgos
And I was the lone scorpio of the planet earth
Even our muses proclaimed platonic celibacy
Asked me to change our planet’s name
From earth to virgos
With their highfalutin moralizations
Critical of me
We never feared or forgot
The art of flying

Of course none of this makes
The least scientific sense without the data
If we don’t believe
If we don’t have faith in jesus

A billion angels whispered at night
In a blink of timelessness
Sounding like thunder
Notwithstanding thrice
Bellowing out in unanticipated wonder
A love beyond all measure
A pearl of great price

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