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"On the first and last day of never,I stretch wide the clouds of forever,Peer down, farther, farthest,To the plain, all wind plumes,Raceaway, static charged weather.I shoot off my perch,First to glide stratospheric...Then slow, molecule heavy troposphere,Had I pulled down the sun,And burned through quick, tho' now for naught,I am landed, I am made out in terra firma.The wind is released its pen ..."
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which was written on May 7, 2013
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