Midnight Kite

I write to delight

To see the sights

from precarious heights

vicariously if I can

For I am not one man

My soul takes flight

In the dead of night

with deep rooted inertia holding on tight

above the cotton clouds there is no space for fright

only soporific moonlight

set sail midnight kite

away from the constraints of time

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