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| A Turkeyfoot sky. |
What has taken the place in our lives
Of the wind and the moon?
It's cold. It's richly lonely.
All you want is to be safe.
All you want is to be well out of sight,
On the other side of night,
And you can't stop thinking, thinking.
Soon enough it's going to be
Another kind of adventure,
So sit still and just look at the sky,
Hoping humans will be calm
In our diminishing.
