Wing and Psalmody

Wheels for Humility

It’s a big big world, so far up there
so many clouds, satellites, and air
It’s far too high to know so much
to think we’ve mastered what we can’t touch

But it’s also quite far, that down hill drop
to think we can flap and make gravity stop
Those cities of lights which blink at us
and laugh when we…

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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