to contrails

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two contrails drift of their own volition
who made them fly so high for me to see
patiently i wait to pass inspection
laughing at the impossibility
bells scream harshly while modern buzzers blare
my brain is quiet flying in the sky
dreaming magic jets autographing air
floating on this thought takes me somewhere high
overwhelms me sparking across my skin
spasms scaring whoever’s taking care
could it be those clouds, my identic twin
left me at birth for dead, mom said a prayer
heavens gaped held her high in their esteem
my first breath was theirs, or was it a dream?








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