And a head that sympathizes with them
They’re going somewhere right I think
But then they change their minds
Turn on a dime
About the purposes of grandeur
Melting down to one white nimbus
In the greater grandeur of the sky
The greater I
Just standing there I think
I’m like a guardian of the sky
In my old yard
Retired to thunder and scraps of blue
And calling out
For their blessing
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