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Go up and go home
There, pale white and grey roam.
Past fingers and words
Free of what's been and endured.
Sail and soar, slide down.
But its safe and its sound.
Though no sound is heard 'round
But the wind and the
Gospel according to you.
Not lonely, not so warm,
Away from the buzz and the swarm.
Seeing for miles but not
Taking account
Of how far and how much and who
You amount.
Pale white and grey roam
And do not break though they
Buoying and whirling and
soaring-- its sane.

Meloo/Melissa A. Howells copyright 2002