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there is no taller sky
than this
a tree so reaching to be climbed
there are no higher stars
storm audible
sky spoken
as must once
and eyes up
as far as we are
sky is the flower of all sleep
‘come on’ we often say
and will the weather on
it is to do with too
and in case of angel fall
all one must imagine
regularly rail up
as otherworldly
as whim of prayer
to catch at crime
all wishing for the rain
there is no higher sky than this
there are no taller stars
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