I hear a happy scream in the distance, and i see people leaving as the light fades and the moon becomes brighter, the evening jetplanes arrive one by one and turn in the sky towards the airport, each a world in motion about to rejoin this larger world of baffled people, for no one sees, no one hears, no one thinks of what can be, if perceived as such, as such...
...true to mind true to mind, and capable not of everything but of far more than each was told and taught, and in the absence of good examples sees not the way of self-construction of the skies the trees and everything...
...it's too dark to go on but the possibility of this is unaffected
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