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On Silvery Wings [Written 28/11/2024]

This is kind of a place holder thingamajig. Even though the sidebar says unfinished work will show up (and it will! Eventually...) I'm much too insecure for that right now.

High, up above the world
Is a big man, a frozen man.
From a field of grass to a plot of paved ash
Did he go. Rags to riches, some might say. What thinking can do.
And on one fine, summery morning he was launched
HIGH! Up into the atmosphere
Further than any living mammal has gone
And took his rightful place among the stars. But good, smart Mr. Astronaut is stuck. On silvery wings
Did he soar the height of intellect
And now he is lost. Now, his helmet reflects light from the sun like a diamond
Into his lifeless eyes. And on that jelly surface
You can see the imprint of a blue little planet
A planet that stores bustling Manhattan
And his wife and two daughters safely in its arms
They will wait patiently for his return.

Johnny Stays Living