Freely drifting through blue sky,
How much I long to be there, too!
So undefined, so free in mind,
No shape to bind as they drift by.
Freedom expressed through faith in shape,
Through faith we bind their images,
binding planes, defining edges,
We make wild things, mouths agape.
But they know that shape is not true,
No castles built up in the sky,
Amorphous, white, and truly free,
I would give my life to join you!
There is nothing mortal allowed
Up in that heavenly realm!
For fear freedom would overwhelm
Mere mortal minds among the clouds!














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