It’s only natural that two
Masses of air cannot mix Together. Are the boys fighting Or playing music? Fiddlesticks! The more you rise, the more you see, You want the Alps, also the ocean, And the wind rips up the clouds across The north islands. And the commotion Of the flaming west glints The heavy waves, pushing across The seas from Acre to Spain, Under the wings of the albatross. A whole nation can choke and stride, A whole planet, it’s even eccentric, And angels, splitting to the void And one and still, concentric.
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