climbing into the sky
on jets of dreams
and pillars of smoky
imagination.
And that sky
that I fly to
is a wonder:
full of stars
and moons
and ringed planets,
like something from
a classic Smashing Pumpkins'
video.
And there are others there,
other dreamers,
other flyers,
riding winged giraffes
and pink zeppelins
and roaring, smoky rockets.
And we fly together,
throught that other sky,
starteling flights of
neon birds and
disapproving angels,
until dawn beckons
us home.
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