Where, as if forever


Where,
as if forever,
voices teemed
and
sang down,

we have arrived
at an Age
where everyone,
incessantly,
sings up…

and
the grasses of us,
everywhere,
grow
most uniformly,

excepting those
in the
odd,
aberrant
soil

who view the world
upside down
and know only
how to rain
into the sky.

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