We see the sky is
blue,
But is it really so
calm?
How much more blue
does it have to be
To be more ancient
than the burning suns?
Is it high enough,
for a dome so big and round,
For the winds to
breach and shatter into songs?
Where does it begin
to sink,
And where does it
end to rise?
Is the sky really
so endless,
Or is it bound in
the human mind?
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