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below the street, you heard a sigh of air brakes as a long good-bye. oh how i wish i could join you in the sky. to get out and up, away, into the light. but i'm ever further moving down, in tunnels far below the ground. careening past, so fast i'm spun around. but someday, at last i will be found in the air. you will be waiting. in the air, this weight will just fall away. i walked with swollen, calloused feet through corridors of gray concrete. high overhead, past all the glass and steel, my eyes are cast for wind i cannot feel, in the air. you will be waiting in the air. this way, we'll just fall |
